I flew to LA to surprise visit you. I called you after I landed, but you told me you weren't feeling well and that I shouldn't come over. I called my dad immediately after, nervous that something felt off. He called you, and then called me back right after. He told me, “Don’t worry. Go over tomorrow. She has a cold and just doesn’t want you to get sick.” But the next morning you would have a stroke and fall and hit your head and die. I wish I hadn't listened to you and just drove over to your house. I wonder, had I been there when you fell, if things could have been different. (back)