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My Dad died today. I was there and I held his arm. All of his strength was going towards taking that next breath. And then he didn't.
He waited for me and I hope that he heard me. I didn't tell him half the stuff that I should have - nowhere near it. It was a dignified death. And I love him very much. And I wish he was still here.
My dad made me who I am. All of the good and all of the bad. And you you know what, I really like who I am. I know he was proud of me. Everything good that I did was due to him. As was everything bad. But I've done a shit load of good and the bad things are pretty small. That's a result in anyones book.
*no more words* Honestly - the tears go on forever. I just don't understand why and I feel hollow.
He waited for me and I hope that he heard me. I didn't tell him half the stuff that I should have - nowhere near it. It was a dignified death. And I love him very much. And I wish he was still here.
My dad made me who I am. All of the good and all of the bad. And you you know what, I really like who I am. I know he was proud of me. Everything good that I did was due to him. As was everything bad. But I've done a shit load of good and the bad things are pretty small. That's a result in anyones book.
*no more words* Honestly - the tears go on forever. I just don't understand why and I feel hollow.