Holy Shiat...

I got it all wrong for all these years. My dad didn't kill himself on Oct 26th, 1996. He slaughtered himself on October 25th, 1997. I got my father's demise wrong by one full year, almost like I was in a coma and didn't know the time that passed! And it was Mr Beers, his 21 yr old grandaughter Pam (whom my dad knew since she was a baby so they were close), and her new boyfriend that were slaughtered by Eric Ross, the crack addict black guy in 1997, before my dad's eventual suicide... Geez. *shakes head in disgust* It's amazing what trauma'll do to your memory... Your own son forgets when you killed yourself! How is that possible? He's not been dead for as long as I thought he was...