Despite being terminally ill, Daddy worried about everything. He was a compulsive worrier all his life and now it had gotten much worse. At one point his car seemed to be leaking a bit of washer fluid, and older brother, Lawrence, assured him it was no big deal and we'd take care of it (meaning Lawrence, myself, and my brother) but Dad just paced around and kept saying,"Oh no..." as if his car had just blown up. He couldn't drive anymore and we all knew the car would probably be sold after Daddy's passing but it didn't make any difference to him...he worried.
We bought him presents but he refused to look at them or even touch them. He refused to read, to talk about God at all, and to participate in anything. He just sat and stared.
After a week, pity turned to irritability. On our last day there, Miimii and I were both down with colds. The emotional stress was just too much. Lawrence taught us some card games, and Mommy and Darrel joined in. We played for hours. Later that day, Brenda dropped by to say goodbye, but we didn't want to break up the card game. It was the first fun Miimii and I had
When we arrived back in Virginia the next day, I rushed Miimii to the emergency room. In the emergency room, she had completely stopped breathing a few times. She was there for three days, through our 5th wedding anniversary. When she got home on New Year's eve, 1996, she crawled around the house for the first day, but after a few days she was able to make it to work and eventually got back to normal. After that, she resented my father and sister for that incident.
The good part about this whole situation is that, in light of the fact I was losing my father, I pleaded with Miimii to phone her parents. I fell asleep on New Year's Eve and while I was asleep Miimii phoned her parents and spoke to them for the first time in five years. Despite the situation under which she left home, and the hard feelings between them, they loved to hear from her, and her mother even asked how I was doing. There is hope.