My father died on July 12, 2009. Not my dad, not my Pop nor my Daddy, but my Father.
I verbally said the words "goodbye" to him about 10 years ago when he was sick in the hospital and not expected to live much longer. I told him I loved him and said goodbye.
He died sitting on the toilet draining the tubes that kept his alcoholic body alive.
There are times during our lives when we have to say goodbye to someone we love because it's time to love ourselves.
My father died on July 12, 2009.
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