When you grow older, you will let a lot of people "on the side of the road": family's members, close friends and others. Grief is always hard, very hard. But with the time passing, you will only remember the good moments. It's what life teach you.
As you told us about the two last years of his life, I could imagine that his death was a relief form him. (I lived that with my daughter, dying from AIDS). And what it concern yourself, live each day, enjoy it, remembering always it could be your last.
That's an advise of a very old man.
Take care and "carpe diem".
Old Bob
That's terrible that your daughter died like that. I'm sorry to hear that. I hope we find a cure for HIV/AIDS soon. Part of the reason I wrote my anthology story was to honor the victims of the horrible disease.
I do remember the good times, and I will treasure them for the rest of my life. The problem is that they seem so long ago. I'm also sorry to hear that your father died when you were so long. If you don't mind me asking, how did your mother handle it? Mine is starting to date again, but she still cried a lot on the 24th.