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Ted died

When I came home from work today, I knew something was terribly wrong. *Bad news* was written all across Tom's face. Then he told me that his father had died somewhere around 4 p.m. It wasn't a big surprise, after watching him deteriorate over the past year in this nursing home in Kansas City.

We had been trying hard to pursuade him to move in with us, and lately it seemed like Ted would finally do it. Tom was preparing to drive out there and pick him up. Now we'll all drive there for the funeral on Thursday. My father-in-law was the only person in this part of my family who honestly accepted me, while everybody else showed something between indifference and hostility.

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