Basically, everything I was thinking occurred. My dad never recovered from his grilled cheese incident and his heart stopped Thursday night as my brother and mom were about to see him.
Mixed emotions is best sum of words. He was sick and such with CIDP since before I got married. Probably first showed symptoms in 1994 when he nearly didn't finish a 20K he'd run the previous 5 or 6 years. I ran it and was done in roughly an hour and thirty-six minutes. He came across finish about forty minutes later. Took doctors five plus years to diagnose him with his disease, by which time too much damage was done.
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