On Nov 30th 07 I lost my dad. He was my friend and my hero. My mother placed in a demenia facility in Mar. For whatever her reasons were she decided not to be involved with him and so I was happy to care for him. My dad was always there for me and there was no way I was not going to be there for him. Our relationship was always a stong one. My mother and my sister was just the other side of the coin. I know they had issues with him but he was my dad. I do love them both but a dad is a dad. Now that he is gone, it seems as if I'm the only one missing him. Hospice was called in 2 1/2 mo because he was diagnosed with stomach cancer. They did set up some things for him,but as far as support for dad or me they were almost non. I was able to start a life story book with him and it is now my tresure. Sometimes when I look at it it helps the hurt.
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