Every morning you think about that.

I went MS, this can't possibly be happening and it was very scary I had visions of me in a wheelchair in five years and I had no idea what would happen to me.

My father's originally from Buxton (N.C.), and he loved those geese flying overhead. His favorite were the Canadian geese. He could go out there and honk just like one. And on the day of my daddy's funeral, when the hearse pulled up our driveway, a flock of Canadian geese flew overhead in a V formation, honking away. I could almost reach up and touch them they flew so low.

I am so excited my daddy's art will finally be shown in a museum. I believe he orchestrated this from heaven. He's like Elvis Presley; people won't let my daddy die. Interest in his art seems to be stronger than ever. I know he lives through all those pieces he created.

He was a quiet guy, but not in a weird way. Just quiet.

We had a routine going here. Now we're going to have a new routine.