Then he started to have more care, and my mother quit eating — that’s very common — and he wanted to feed her. When we had to say, “Daddy, you can’t feed Mom any more, it makes her choke,” that was very, very hard for him. He couldn’t understand it. He was very angry for awhile. I’ll give you an example — my dentist recommended he have some work done on his mouth, and I had mentioned it, and he said, “Don’t – don’t do anything.” You gotta know my dad. My dad never raised his voice, never said a cuss word. He’s a very kind, soft-spoken, Christian man – deacon in the church – and he got very angry, and he said, “Just let me die. Do not do anything to my mouth. Let me alone.” I was like, “OK.” So we didn’t. We didn’t do anything.