“We’ve got one more presentation. Doug has asked for the opportunity to talk to everyone. Doug.”“Hi everybody,” Doug said. “In case you mi...sed the news, I’m sick. I don’t mean the sicko you tried to avoid in high school. I’ve got non-Hodgkins lymphoma. It’s a sucky disease. It made me lose all my hair. Not that there was much left to lose. My mom’s dad was a cue ball, too. My kids, James and Brian, don’t have anything to worry about because Rachel’s dad still has a full head of hair. I’m sorry. After a few rings there was the sound of rushing air and a faint “Hi” - her phone in the fancy handlebar mount that both the girls had, but not him or Paul which was why he’d had to stop to phone, and fall completely behind.“WHERE ARE YOU?” he shouted into his phone, so she’d hear above the racket.“Straight! Straight!” he could just make out her shout amidst the hurricane noise.“OKAY!” He ended the call.Mo pedalled slowly on, not in a rush any more, past several turnings and then out into the. Would I consider just performing "Piano Lounge" for a season? Less work (also less money, but not considerably so) and I wouldn't have to sing. I could just play sad piano songs at 2 a.m. in the morning for the insomniacs and the broken hearted crowd. I laughed and laughed at the thought of this and didn't quite say no. This was pretty much what I was already doing with my life these days so I figured I might as get paid for being miserable. I hadn't been handling life as a widower very. As I left the hospital that night to return home to my grandmother I called Brian to let him know of my father’s request. With nervousness in his voice of meeting my father he said ok.The next night, I met Brian at the hospital to where he was to meet my father. With sweaty palms, both I and Brian entered my father’s hospital room hand in hand. After nervous introductions my dad and Brian started joking and I knew it would be ok, as my father accepted this man into my life without judgment or.