It has been six months yesterday (June 28) since my father passed away. I miss him terribly, I was the only girl and the baby of 5 children, so I was daddy's little girl. We found out June 1st that dad had terminal cancer, the doctor gave him 3 weeks to live. He spent a week and a half in the hospital, then wanted to come home to die. I stayed with he and my mother day and night, my mother has Alzheimer's. I did whatever he wanted. He passed away on my 45th birthday June 28, 1998. I feel blessed to have him die on my birthday, see, 45yrs ago he helped deliver me at home. So I feel he helped me into the world and 45yrs later I was with him when he left it. I never witnessed anyone dying, and I can't seem to get the picture out of my head. The last picture I have is of my dad gasping. I never got to tell him how much I loved him, it happened so fast. I hope he knew that. Thank-You for listening.
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anniversary date 06-28-98
date of post 12-29-98