My dad is 93 but has dementia and is living at a Memory Care Unit. Physically he is fine for now but mentally he does have his issues to put it mildly. On my last couple of visits with him he did not seem to know who I was but there were moments when we look into each others eyes and it appears that he did recognize me. Those who have been through this will understand. . He is not in pain or any type of physical discomfort and the staff says he is rather cognitive of his surroundings so I do count my blessings for that and I cherish each visit with him.
We don't bother with these 'made up' holidays. I doubt if my children even know of them, and I certainly wouldn't want them to do anything.
I didn't have a very productive relationship with my father and never wanted to be like him. He died in 1991 at age 81. Strangely, my mother was 3 years younger and died 3 years later within days of being the same age.
My dad was my best friend. Ironically, my dad died in the fire that burned down his and mom’s home. Just over 30 years later, our home burned beyond repair and was leveled just a few days after the fire. My wife and I were away at the time. Can you imagine getting a phone call from your lawyer telling you “You need to come home. Your house burned down.” I thought it was joke.
My Dad died at age 37 (construction work accident). I had a great father-in-law, also passed.
My husband has been a great father . I’m making him a peanut butter pie for Father’s Day.