The above recording was the last voicemail I had from my father, Ellis Warner. He passed away about 3 weeks later. I called him back and we chatted for a little bit. When I think back to our conversation, I believe I spent a lot of time talking about myself and things I was going through. It seems so petty now, considering he was in pain, living in a crummy little room at a rest home.
Within a few weeks he would go into a deep sleep and then into hospice, where he would ultimately pass away.