Grabbing the remote, I turned on the news. I woke up early to go to the morning shift at work. While eating my cereal I heard “Tornado wreaks havoc in Kansas City” Instant realization pours over my face. My father… My shaking hands barely able to type, I called him. No answer, no answer, no answer. Tears trickling down my face like rain. All the clouds turned grey. No answer, no answer, “Hello?.” But it wasn’t my dad. It was a woman. He was dead. He was dead to me while sleeping with a mistress in New York.