I received the call in February, 2010. I was living in San Miguel de Allende, Mexico, with my wife, and my Dad was living in his home (purchased 60 years prior with assistance from the VA) in Michigan. Instead of his normal, gregarious voice, I heard garbled whispers; "Dad" I yelled, "what's wrong," but all I heard was more garbled whispers, then silence. I immediately hung up and called one of my brothers, who lived about thirty minutes away from Dad. "Drew" I said, "something is very wrong with Dad; can you get off work and get over to his house?"