The ups, downs and all around chaos in the lives of show people (and some of us who love Disney.)
While my daddy was not in the WTC, this date is forever etched in my memory. On Sept. 10, I drove from Durham to Franklin partially in tears because Daddy had chosen to stop his dialysis. We children knew that we needed to go home and prepare to come back to Durham to be with him in his final days. However, there were to be no more. On Tuesday, Daddy, a newpaperman all his life, was not interested in any of the TV footage of the disaster; on Wednesday, he did not want to even see a newspaper and quietly slipped away.I cannot forget the day, nor can I watch the movie. I, too, never had the chance to say good-bye.
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