Brother, I feel your pain. I lost my Dad last December. I talked to him the night before and he was just like always, next morning he didn’t show up for coffee and my brother went to check on him. He’d gotten up and showered, put on his boxers, socks and T-shirt along with a sweat shirt. It looks like he had some kind of trouble and sat down on the toilet to steady himself. He died there in minutes and slipped to the floor. He died like he lived...on his own terms. It’s been almost a year and my brother and I talk about him daily, cry about him a lot, and miss him every day. He wast just my dad, he was the person that I talked to 15-20 times a day. He was the person that I had coffee with in the morning and lunch with most days. He was the person that went to the cabin with me for days at a time. He gave me hell when I did something stupid! I’ve spent countless days sitting around a campfire and just as many in a saddle riding the ridges of the the NC and TN mountains on horseback with him. He was the glue that held our family together. He was the friend that I can never replace! I know he was proud of my brother, sister and I, and he was proud that he left us a few dollars. But I’d give everything back and then some just to spend another weekend at the cabin with him. It does get easier, but it’ll never get better. For me, I know that when my time comes, my Dad, Granddad and uncles are sitting around a good campfire, hiding from Grandma, waiting on me to go ridin! I’m so sorry for your loss. But you’ll see him again and what a day it’ll be!
