ABSTRACT
I (SLJ) will never forget July 31, 1998. At 11:30 p.m. after a long journey, my wife,
Jan, and I arrived in Okeechobee, Florida, where we stood with my mother and
sister at my dying father’s bedside. Following a brief visit and update on Dad’s
condition, I persuaded everyone to get some rest, relating that I would stay with
Dad.
