It turns out that my Daddy was not the first man to live forever. The inevitable day arrived in 2021 when I would wake up with a father and go to bed a fatherless child. My beloved 95-year-old father would take his last breath. Our King is dead. Long live our Queen.
I was fortunate to be by the sides of my mother and sister, the three of us together with Daddy when he died. I arrived home on the first day of the week. My father stopped eating the next day and died just before the weekend. I know he waited for me. I know one parting gift he gave us was the gift of being together for his last days.
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