OK, I will post this and then I will have to shut down as it still triggers my tears as I loved my Father so much.
Some of you know my birth mother died in a car accident when I was 18 months old. My Father loved my Mother and never got over her death but he had me and I know he loved me dearly. He did marry my stepmother when I was 5.
When he was 73 years young he developed Pancreatic Cancer and in 2 weeks he was gone. The day he died I sat in his room holding his hand and he looked at me and said as clear as could be. " I am going to see your Mother soon" and a few hours later he died.
I was 39 and had lost both my Mother and my Father. I was alone. My sisters are 1/2 sisters, we had same Mother different Father and were not raised togehter.
I loved my sisters but my Dad was my hero. After all these years the tears flow for what might have been.
Sorry, love to all