My stepfather Ray died.
I wanted to get up there tonight but I couldn't do it in time. He passed away a short while ago at Baltimore/Washington hospital in Glen Burnie. My mom told me.
His daughter, Debbie, was coming up from Texas tomorrow to see him. Didn't quite make it.
Ray, 69, was in my life for 42 years. Since I was 4 years old -- longer than anybody except my parents. I still have them at least for now. After them, it's no family at all. None.
I'll miss you and remember you, Ray. Maybe we'll meet again.