My dear old Pop passed away at 87 years of age. I posted this on my other forum.
My father was like Superman to me…and Superman never dies. My last moments with him were special. He was unable to communicate with me, but I held his hand and kissed his forehead. I thanked him for being such a wonderful Father to me.
Dad was like Spock…and my Mom was like Mary Poppins. I was the product of these two.
I told my Psychiatrist it’s the reason I have schizophrenia…because Spock married Mary Poppins! I’ve never been able to decide if I want to open my own business…or write a Musical Play.
I think on some level Dad blamed himself for my schizophrenic affliction.
But when he was alive, I told him I won the parent lottery when I got him for a Father…and that my condition had nothing to do with the way I was raised.
@Patrick It’s been a very long time. My condolences on your fathers pass. Now lets get back to buisness. To create the worlds biggest dugeon in here , so that I may laugh in it glory. Just kidding.
How you been ?
Are you ok ?
What you feeling my friend?
I’m sorry, man. It sounds like you were really able to be there for him in his final days and make sure nothing was left unsaid. I had that too, when my dad died. It doesn’t make it hurt any less, but it does make it easier to feel the pain.