Curley: Someone from the other side contacted me, and it changed how I think about death
The day my father was dying was September 17. It was 8:30 in the morning. I know it well because I remember looking at my phone numerous times.
Nick and I were sitting in a hotel room in Sonoma, and I was going through the fact that my father was probably going to die that day. My brother had called to say, "Don't bother getting on the plane. Tell Lace and the kids not to get on the plane. They probably won't make it in time. So why don't you just wait?"
