So much has happened since my last post. I went to the Kennebunk Coffee House on the 8th and listened to a real talented musician, Harry Manx. His style is blues with classical India ragas. He played this one song: Make way for the living..It was so approiate for me at the time...I had spent the previous night with my mother because my Dad was not well. He was progressively getting worse and he needed constant attention and help with getting up and everything. He had not eaten in a few days at that point but he was still drinking...I felt at that time he would not be with us too much longer. Little did I know at the time, how right I was..The song just called to me I don't know how to explain it..It is a little bittersweet..I really enjoyed the show but at the same time, I felt that I should be at my mom's helping her with Dad...Sunday, Mom told me that the nurses put Dad on oxegen and I knew then that it was the beginning of the end for him..We just were making him comfortable..