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Mine died about three in the afternoon on this date in 1984. A lot of things changed fast for me.

If you are not blest with a living father, remember the day yours's died?

Christmas Day, 8:45 AM, 2010, 101 years old.

Aug. 30, 1966 at 5 pm. I was 15 at the time.

Was long past due.

It was a relief to all his offspring though.

Sorry, but that's just the way it is sometimes.

92 YO. He'd been living in a vet's hospital Alzheimers facility for a couple years before that. The dad I knew so well was gone long before he died.
By contrast, Mom's 101 and still going strong with 100% of her brain facilities.

February 4th 2004, around 9:00 AM. Got up that morning and there was a message on the answering machine from my Mom saying "I'm taking Daddy to the hospital. I think he's having a heart attack." I threw my clothes on and ran every red light to get there, but he was gone before I got there. Worst day of my life. Just found out Saturday that Mom has cancer, so that brought it all back.

Any day now, or not. Thought yesterday was it, but he perked up.

I remember like it was yesterday, January 9, 2005.

It's not something that ever goes away, the sting just gets to be less and less as time goes by.

10 January 1977. Got a call, at Ft Bragg, from my mom and I thought she was calling for my birthday. Old man went in his sleep with a burst coronary artery.

My Mom called me at 5am to tell me Dad had passed. He was only 66.

The afternoon before, I was over to their house and we talked for 4 hours. That was a first. We had never talked that long previously. Everything that had been needed to be said, was said. There were also a few tears and hugs.

There is no way Dad did not feel good that day as the next, the day he passed, he and I were going to pull the 3 evergreen bushes from beneath the picture window and cut down two trees in his yard.
Had he not been feeling well, he would have put it off for another day.

Those 4 hours, the previous evening, was a gift from God.

I believe you're probably right.

Mostly pretty fuzzy. We were going to go fishing that day. Dad couldn't get out of bed. Got him to the hospital and he was gone three hours later. Good for him, Mom died after a long illness and we agreed that we'd rather be hit by a bus.

Yeah. The sun got a little brighter and the world a little better place.

November 11th 1981, he was only 45 years old. I was stationed at Fairchild and was out elk hunting when the troopers came up and found me in the mountains near Ellensburg Washington. Luckily I made it home before he passed away but he was not able to speak and passed 2 days later. I still miss him.

November 14 1990 about noon, after a battle with lung cancer.
He was 58.

June 14 1978 around 10 a.m. He was having a conversation with mom while he was laying in bed. He had been working evenings and usually got home around 2 a.m. He was one day short of 52 years old. I caught up with the rescue when they were on their way to town and I could see the crew doing CPR. I knew it wasn't going to be a good result. This was his second one. My last conversation was the day before when we were out in the garden. A few minutes later I saw him on his way to work as he passed the house and passed the garden. It was the last time I saw him alive.

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My beloved daddy died five years ago. He was my hero, and I still miss him.

I don't remember the time, but my wife and I left Dallas around 6AM after a call and by the time we got there, probably around 8:45 he had just passed away.

Sept 29, 1996. My dad was 67 and lung cancer finally caught up to him.

March 30, 2004. I miss him very much.

Mine was 4 years ago, July 18th. He was riding his three wheel schwinn bike up to McDonalds for his morning coffee. A driver my dads age wandered off the road distracted and hit him. He died on the scene. He was my best friend and taught me how to hunt and fish. I am 57 years old and it still hurts to think about it. I live 160 miles from my parents so I go up there often. I just spent the weekend in many of his outdoor areas. I thought about him all weekend.