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>>>Now he's at peace. The fondest times he had in his life were when he was an Irish Guardsman, doing duty at Buck Palace and all that. If I know him he'll be there in his red tunic and bearskin, standing guard at the pearly gates :-)
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>>My dad died about three years ago. It didn't really make me that sad, other than for my selfish reason of not wanting to lose him. I didn't really lose him, because I'll always have his memory. He was 76 when he died. He worked in his garden during the day, ate dinner with my mom, went to bed and never woke. At least he didn't wind up in a nursing home, or have a prolonged illness.
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>>I felt blessed to have a father that I could count as my hero. He was old school. When he told you something, you could count on it. He was the reason I wanted to become a cop and the reason I wanted to be the best cop. I figure I was luckier than most because I loved my dad, and he loved me. It sounds like you felt like that about your dad. So many today don't have good fathers, or have "issues" with their fathers, or don't even know them.
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>>I still catch myself thinking, "I'll just call dad and see what he thinks!" Now, I guess our job is to be that kind of dad to our kids.
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>Mine, you'll be pleased to know, taught us all the "manly" stuff, like how to fire a rifle (well, we had air-rifles), fire a bow and arrow (he set up a butt in the garden), made us shields and swords, painted with invented chivalric emblems of our choice, how to handle them, built us toy cavalry & indian forts and castles ... all that stuff. It does me in that his mental problems started some 7 years ago, after he was hit and mugged by 2 scrotes, who knocked down my old man, the hardest guy in his school. One of the last lurid conversations I had with him he told me how he hadn't even known it had happened till a neighbour mentioned it to him


What a sad story.

Welcome back, BTW.