as I woke up to my favorite jam ( Edgar Winter - Free Ride ) in the morning, I proceeded to the kitchen to make coffee, I bumped into something on the the floor,
thinking of maybe it was the dog but usually the dog makes a sound, so I turned around and turn the light on and there was my father dead cold on the floor.
After calling my sister and explaining what happen to him I called 911. Myself and the M.E. figured he just finished a cigarette, had a coughing spell which started the heart attack,
then he had a massive contusion on hes forehead which came from smashing hes head on the counter top which pretty much ended it.
I went to bed early that night before and didn't hear anything.
I'll be around, need to sort this mess out, I'll be up and running, maybe...
peace......