This was it. Part One.

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"It's dad. I don't think he has much longer. You should come to the hospital."
"Oh. So it's bad. Where is he again?"
"King's. Room 309. Come soon."

Deborah held the phone in her hand and stared out the window. Her father was dying. This was it. She should tell Mark and the kids and they should go to the hospital as soon as possible, after all there wasn't much time. Yes, she had to go. This was her father after all, the man that gave her life and also made her life a living hell. Deborah had come to terms with the relationship with her father a long time ago when she realized that she wasted years seeking the approval that would never come. But more than that Deborah realized that she reached a point in her life where she didn't need his approval and that allowed her to move on.

Deborah had not seen or spoken to her father in 10 years. As far as she was concerned he was just as good as dead. There were no Father's Day brunches, or Christmas morning Masses, or drop in visits, or random Sunday dinners. For 10 years Deborah didn't have a father. Did she really want to see him now, on his death bed of all places, and go through the process of letting him go again? But this was different. Her father was dying. This was it. She should tell Mark and the kids and they should go to the hospital as soon as possible, after all there wasn't much time. Yes she had to go.