#4 “Well what if I hold it different? Like resting it on the backside of a lovely lady? Will that help?”
We don’t know if they were really his last words but the last thing my mom heard my dad say was in reference to the shooting pain in his arm due to the heart attack he was suffering, “well what if I hold it different? Like resting it on the backside of a lovely lady? Will that help?” He promptly grabbed Mom’s bum before they wheeled him away to surgery.
She shouted down the hall, “I’m going to kick your butt when you get out of there!” He didn’t come back.