This is the anniversary of the week my dad passed. I watched drag racing on TV in honor of dad. No one crashed, but he would have liked it anyway. I remember that the night before he passed on, I was in the hospital room with him late at night. There was a show on that was all about the world's worst horrible firey drag race crashes or something to that effect. Dad was very sick and he new that the cancer was about to win. I asked him if he wanted me to change the channel or turn it off. He wheezed through the fog of morphine that had him in its grip and said "No, leave it here. This sh*t cheers me up." When I asked him what he was talking about, he said "I am in a pretty f*cking sh*tty state of affairs, but those motherf*ckers have it have it worse than me." Drag racing on TV will always make me think of that last night with dad and his unique way with words.