For 52 years my father got up every morning at 5 ∶ 30 a . m. , except Sunday , and went to work.I 1 saw my father home from work ill. He had no hobbies , 2 taking care of his family. For 22 years , 3 I left home for college , my father 4 me every Sunday at 9 ∶ 00 a . m..He was always interested in my 5 , or how my family was doing , and I never once heard him 6 about his lot ( 生活状况 ) in life. The calls even came when he and my mother were in other states. Nine years ago when I 7 my first house , my father,67 years old , spent three days 8 my house. He would not 9 me to pay someone to have it done. All he 10 was a cup of tea , a paint brush and to talk to him. But I was too 11 .I had a law practice to run , and I could not take 12 to hold the brush , or talk to my father. 13 things happened several times later. The morning on Sunday. January 16,1996 , my father telephoned me 14 , this time from my sister’s home in Florida. But the 15 came again at 4 ∶ 40 p.m. that day. My father was in the 16 in Florida with an aneurysm ( 动脉瘤 ) . I got on an airplane 17 , and on the way , I 18 of all the times I had not taken the time to talk to my father. I determined that when I arrived , I would 19 for the lost time , and have a nice long talk with him. I arrived in Florida at 11 ∶ 30 p . m. , my father had 20 at 9 ∶ 12 p.m.. This time it was he who did not have time to talk , or to wait for me.