day for me, Friday, Dec. 13th 1991 my Dad died in my arms, as I was taking care of him, he was recouperating from a long sickness, and my Mother needed a break, so I came over to care for him so she could go play her BINGO.....
It took me quite a while to get over his death, as I felt, since I was right there, I should have been able to save him, of course I know now, it was just his time, and nothing could have helped... Anyway, I don't like Friday the 13th.....
Been going on 16 years....
I love & miss you Dad.....

Steve R-6416