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Wed, 22 Oct 2003I pound the steering wheel and look out into the sky - there's nothing I can do - it's absolutely final. He left us without saying a word. He was dying when we last spoke but I didn't know - he didn't know. Pam even asked him, "do you think you're having a heart attack"? He just layed down and died. She heard his last gasp.
If only ...