I lost my dad at 81 to cancer almost 2 years ago. I remember standing in the supermarket card aisle selecting what I knew would be the last Father's Day card I would buy for him, sobbing uncontrolably. I wanted to find something that would be meaningful and give him joy and comfort in his last days.
I do wish he could be here for my twins that are on board right now, but I will just have to teach them all I can about him. He had the opportunity to be a grandpa to my niece, now age 7 & 1/2 and my nephew, now age 3 & 1/2. Incredibly a few weeks before he died, and I beleive it was the last day my dad was walking around, my 1 & 1/2 year old nephew said, "grandpa!" to him with a big smile on his face. I can tell that meant the world to my dad.
I'm crying now as I type this, but I know my dad is smiling down on me from heave