myklet1 saidMy Father died 3yrs ago last December. It was very sudden. I was living in Maine, he in Florida. I made it to him. I miss him terribly. My Father is my Hero. My Dad and I were very close. He accepted me after years of fighting because I would not back down..........he was going to accept me for exactly who I am. And he eventually did. He became an advocate for Gay marriage. Since my Dad has died, I realize how very much like him I am.........and I think that was his whole plan. He just didn't realize my sexuality had nothing to do with being just like him.
Your story touched me very much. I flew down to Florida from Seattle when my father had his first heart attack. His doctors told me either incurable heart disease or advanced cancer would take him first, at most in a few weeks.
I spent his last 6 weeks with him, the best I ever had with him, and I hope for him with me. I went through 4 more heart attacks with him, had to revive him myself, and ride in the ambulance with him. At the hospital the doctors scolded me, said why are you bringing him here? He's about to die, just let it happen. And I snapped back at them, this is my father, and that's nothing I will ever allow. He still wants to live, and I simply can't let him die in front of me.
His 6th heart attack took him during his sleep, without my knowledge. I found him the next morning. But I'd had those last days with him and for that I was grateful.
I have mixed feelings about my father. A cold & distant man to me as a child, but also with many admirable qualities, and certainly having accomplished more in his life that I've done, or ever will. My Dad may not be my hero, as yours is to you, but he sure was a better man than me.