N0V 26th, 1991 – As I am writing this, tears are uncontrollably rolling down my cheeks. My hands are trembling. Thank God it wasn't worse. I was having a night cap at home when Frank, my father's partner, called. Tonight, my father was shot when he walked into the middle of a quick mart hold up. He was shot in the hip. I just got back from seeing him in the hospital. Thank God he is only expected to be in the hospital for a few days. Even though we have dad over weekly for Sunday brunch, I feel ashamed that I haven't been around for my father as much as I should. I didn't get much of a chance to visit with him, but tomorrow I will check in on him before picking Frasier up at the airport. One moment one is sitting down to read the reviews on the latest art gallery and the next, one gets a call that will turn one's world upside down. It sure is funny how people take family for granted until something like this happens. Can't stop sobbing… I have to go now…