Didn't see it coming.
My mom reminded me that she and my dad stayed at our house when I was pregnant with the twins. Or maybe it was right after I had the twins, I don't remember. Every morning, Jimmy would get in bed with them and wake my dad, whom we all called Bob, because that was his name. We called my mom Pat & my dad Bob.
After a few days, Bob left to go back home and my mom stayed on.
Every morning after that, Jimmy would get in bed with my mom and chant, "No more Bob, no more Bob."
Back to Illinois on the weekend for the funeral.