Well, tonight we celebrated D's 17th birthday. Before we cut the cake and opened presents we phoned my Dad. Apparently my Aunt and Uncle from Kitchener had been in to visit with him and had just left. Dad talked to all of us and when we hung up my tears began to flow. My two girls rushed over and wrapped their arms around me. I said "Hey, this is a birthday party!" So we cut the cake and opened presents. After dinner wife and I talked and it's funny because she said to me pretty much what I wrote in my previous post, she said "I just can't imagine what it's like to be Dad right now, to be lying there knowing you're going to die" We talked about her Dad, we lost him 11 years ago to stomach cancer, and she said she never really thought much about how he felt at the time. She suggested we all go see my Dad on Saturday, she wants to bring him some photos. She's actually been pretty good with me, earlier in the week she called and said "you must be pretty tired from all the running around, anytime you'd like to join us for dinner just drop by" she then invited me for dinner that night but I declined. I was tired and wanted to be alone. Again, it's nice to see that she still calls him "Dad" and thinks of him that way. But then, my Dad has always treated her as his DIL, has never treated her any other way than loving despite our marital separation and his knowing what caused it. He continued to love her, that's my Dad.
