Today I got up and headed into town to see my dad, I took the day off where i work so I could spend it with my mom and him. He was now a resident at the manor where i work. I went in and got to talk to him, he answered yes and no and simple answers appropriately...all between labored breaths. Then when I was talking into his ear, he opened his eyes to tell me he loved me, told my mom the same and passed away about a minute later. I can't even begin to explain how much I loved him and I am always glad I showed him I did. I have never, ever, cried this much in my life. He is so at peace now as compared with how he was before. I am so glad i was with him and that wasn't taken away from me. He was grouchy and I loved that character to him...he was always loving. I will miss him dearly...
I dread the day when my father passes...
Hang in there, man. Don't be afraid to seek out help if you feel like you need it, okay?