RIP, Patrick Swayze. I had the time of my live watching Dirty Dancing over and over again, memorizing the lines and the dance moves. I loved gawking at you on the poster hanging on my bedroom wall, even though you were old enough to be my father (if you were a teenage dad). You fought the valiant fight.
Two years ago one of my doctors suddenly died. Within 6 months of the same diagnosis as Swayze, he was just dead. Without saying what kind of doctor he was, let's just say we knew him for 28 years...he delivered my sister. He was kind and soft spoken and we "bonded" over my divorce and his daughter's divorce which took place at the same time.
The point is that it just sucks.
Needless to say, I will be wearing a t-shirt tomorrow with Swazye on the front and the quote "Ga-Gong...It's a heartbeat" on the front. Long story, but it was part of a fundraiser.
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