If she doesn't remember the details of your vaccinations, she can just ask your dad.
That was a bit off-topic or smartass comment, but whatever, I will explain why my mother still has not gotten and will never get over my fathers tragic and sudden death....off-topic.
My late father's hobby was refinishing antique furniture after he retired. I am typing this on a round oak table that he and my mother gave to me after he restored it. His garage was filled with solvents, lacquers, varnishes, and stripping compounds used in his hobby. My mother was not home the morning that he perished, she had been babysitting her two granddaughters overnight @ my sister and BIL's home, while they were away.
One of his two elderly next-door neighbors was there, both used to visit my father when he was working in the garage, and he sat in a large vinyl padded easy chair nearby where my dad himself would rest if he tired of working on a piece, for awhile. One neighbor was a heavy cigarette smoker, and IMO, that fall evening in early November while visiting, he accidentally dropped a lit butt or cherry from a cigarette he was smoking into the chair.
After he left, my father soon finished the work he was doing, and went into the attached house for the rest of the night and later to sleep. The vinyl chair smouldered for most of the night, or until it caught fire sometime early in the AM. The smoking and flaming vinyl easy chair spread the fire onto nearby furniture in various stages of restoration, and the wooden studs and rafters above it, before my father was awoken by a couple of his home's fire alarms shrill beeping ~5:30 am.
He apparently opened the interior door from the kitchen into the garage and somehow threw the flaming and acridly smoking chair out onto the front lawn while yelling call 911!! repeatedly to the mostly still sound asleep neighbors across the street and on each side next door. He was still clad only in his white boxer shorts and undershirt, on a chilly morning, and since the only door that was unlocked was back in the garage, he went back into it to call 911 inside the house. He never made it. The small town fire department found his severely burned body curled on the stoop next to the entrance door into the house. My dad's back was so badly charred that it was described as being "alligatored" in the coroner's report.
When he reentered the garage, the heat from the fire caused the automatic garage door opener to close the garage door shut, trapping my father in a now fire and smoke-filled two car garage. There were numerous explosions reported by his neighbors when the fire got to the combustible and flammable liquids stored on shelving and inside cabinets attached to the walls of the garage. The fire inspectors claimed that the fire was caused and had began by an electrical short or spark, BUT the fire started on the left side of the garage, where the padded vinyl easy chair was located, all of the electrical outlets and fusebox for the garage were located on the outside wall on the
right side.
