Mom and Dad were now bedridden and expressed a fear of dying. She said "I haven't been to confession since 12 years old and I want to meet Jesus when I die." Dad snickered, "You've had communion. Not me, I'll end up with the devil." These concerns were relayed to a priest who went to them. "Today, I will hear your confession. Joe, have you ever killed anyone?" "No" he said. "Dora, how about you?" "Never!" Their sins were forgiven; communion followed. I now realized the strong umbilical cord that still controlled me. Mom died, during her Mass I wondered, if dad died soon after, would it make me want a divorce thus changing my life? Dorita started a drastic change in my youth. Is death a necessity for change?