Ever tell your father that you love him?
I'm Irish-German, born in the midwest, which means I'm about as emotionally warm as a block of ice. When my dad got lung cancer (smoked 2 packs of Camels a day, like almost his entire generational peer group) I flew to Dallas from Chicago as much as I could, took him to chemo, spent a lot of time with him. Last trip down, we both knew it was going to be the last time I saw him, and we just more or less hung out at his house, watching TV. Never told him I loved him, knew he knew I did, but couldn't say it.
Anyway.....
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