It has been 2 years today since grunt's dad passed away. He had a stroke and couldn't talk anymore, just kind of jibberish. I remember being at the nursing home one night, and he was holding my hand trying to tell me something, but of course I couldn't understand him. He kept kissing my hand and I was crying. He died about a week later. God how I wish I knew what he was trying to say. We did get to see him that day, but he wasn't aware of anything or us being there. We got a call about 9:30 that night that he had passed.
We certainly do miss him.
We certainly do miss him.