This is a lovely thread. As I have read your tributes to your Dads, I feel a kinship with all of you.
My dad died a year ago 5 days before his 87th birthday. I live in GA, but went home to PA for the month to spend it with him as he was in hospice at a near-by nursing home.
It was the sweetest month of my life. We laughed about all of the funny, devilish things we each got away with when we were kids. Except, I was now sharing them with my dad, so I wasn't REALLY getting away with them anymore.
We cried together. I held his hand and stroked his forehead when he would weep from the pain or just the uncertainty of what dying would feel like.
We talked about my mother. Their life's story was "The Notebook". Not really, but it could have been. My mother had spent the last 8 years of her life in the same nursing home unable to do anything for herself with little cognitive ability left after massive strokes. My father was with her in the mornings when she woke up and would not leave at night until she had fallen asleep.
He refused to eat or drink while he was with her those long, long days because SHE couldn't eat or drink anything. If she couldn't; he wouldn't. He loved her dearly - and I adored him for his unfailing self-sacrificing love.
He quietly showed the same love and compassion to all who knew him. He was father and mother to us kids. He wouldn't go on any errand without piling us into the car with him and spinning the wheels on gravel or hitting a dip in the road at 40 mph just to make us squeal!
I didn't know until the day of his funeral that for many years he paid for my aunt's (my mom's sister, not his) heating oil because she didn't have enough income to keep warm every winter. He just prepaid her heating to the oil company every year so she would be warm. Never said a word to anyone, but my mom and her sister. What a dear, selfless human being.
I hope I do something right in my life to give some honor to this wonderful man. I hope when I see him again someday, he will be as proud to call me his daughter as I am to call him "Dad".
I will be going to PA in 10 days and will see my father's headstone for the first time. It is a moment that I long for and dread all at one time.
Thank you all for being here so I can tell someone else how very much I miss my dear father. I love you, Dad.