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Dad Golfing in Heaven

Don’t Worry Be Happy

Chelsea gazed out her bathroom window, trying to erase the images of her dad lying dead. His skin a purplish-grey tint, reminiscent of clay. Whether asleep or awake, she would see his face frozen solid. He looked to her more like a statue than the man she knew as her dad. It all happened so quickly. One moment he was out of surgery, and, the next, he was dead without warning, she thought.