My dad and I did not really get along. There were many different reasons, but only now I see the real problem. We were so much alike, so stubborn. I went in for gastric bypass and after had complications and spent 19 months in the hospital. It became my dads life work to see me well. He visited everyday, anything I needed he got and fresh flowers every weekend. Dad would sit with me when I couldn't talk and hold my hand and tell me about his day or some story from long ago. We got so close. But then after 18 months dad had surgery(brain tumor) and he never woke up, died 21 days later. So while I was still in the hospital he died. And not knowing that my broter was diagonsisedwith terminal Melomona. And after 11 short months he died to. Mom had died in 2000(lung cancer). So I was all alone. I miss dad, hell I miss them all.
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