My Dad died 9 years ago, the day before he was to turn 91. He had been quite ill for several months and was in a hospital in Bennington VT. I drove from Chicago to VT and spent several days visiting him in the hospital. He would lapse in and out of consciousness, but when he was awake we’d talk about old hunting and fishing memories we shared. Finally, I had to leave and I said...”Dad, you’re the best father I could ever have had”. He smiled and said “Thanks Bud”. He died the next week and my baby sister, who is a nurse and lived in New England, was there in his last day.
