...daddy left home when I was three/ and he didn't leave much to ma and me/ just this old guitar and an empty bottle of booze.....
I suppose I'd always thought that we'd get that call from California letting us know after the fact. I hadn't counted on him reaching out at all, nor could have imagined him reaching out to do some last-minute manipulation. I couldn't have predicted The Sisters' reaction, though Hawk's response to their actions could have been foretold by any two-bit pretend fortuneteller.
The old man is dying, which we knew already. Sooner, rather than later, is the new information.
Is it possible to say goodbye when you've never really said hello?
(A Boy Named Sue; Johnny Cash)