I wish you could too. My papa and I were super close. For the last two years he lived with me and I would take him to his doctors appointments and he would always smile this huge grin and introduce me to every person we met, even strangers. I loved him so much. After his first heart attack I did everything I could to spend time with him, but in the end I still wish I had more time. Losing him has been the hardest loss I've ever experienced and I still can't cope well.

I hope you can hold on tightly to every single happy thing with him, and I hope he lives long enough for you to have no regrets. Love and hugs

You are both very lucky to have what you do and for so long.

treasure the loving relationship you have with your father; mine rejected my existence from when i was 18 'til he died - 19 years later.

Be thankful for every day.

I am so sorry that you are sad. Let the love in your heart, support you!

((( hugs )))

I'm in a similar spot. My dad's 93, I am about 10 hours away by car. I call him every day and usually visit 3 times a year. Could only make it once in 2017 due to my on life demands, though I am traveling up for a 2 week stay starting next week. My mom is gone, all his brothers and sisters are gone, all my mom's brothers and sisters are gone, I am an only child, and when you get to 93, most of your friends and neighbors are already in the ground. It's rough.

That's bitter-sweet. Thanks for sharing.

Enjoy th experience and enjoy the time with your loved ones The ones we can take with us is memories and nothing else Nothing is permanent in this world we all have to go one day so make full use and enjoy and give unconditional love

Do what eases your mind if he goes. Don't have any regrets. Make sure you tell him how much he means to you.
I've seen my siblings cry over not being able to tell Dad things in my opinion needed to be said long ago. I told them to use his death as a learning experience to not treat others the same way, don't get mad over stupid shit. Nothing changed with them, when Mom passes I'll have to hear the same thing all over. I've asked then repeatedly to call her or something, the guilt is on them.

Letting him go won't be easy. Since you have shown your appreciation for him as well as you can, you don't want to hold on to the "I could have done more" type of guilt. We could always do more, but your dad would want you to go on with life, living it to the fullest. That will be the best thing you can do for him. Peace and love.

Beautiful relationship. Envious. My dad passed 3 years ago at 90. Wish I could have said goodbye before funeral.

It seems like you have the right perspective, sharing with him how you feel. I sympathize with your impending loss; but you have an entire lifetime of shared closeness and happy memories, and you obviously appreciate the time you've had with him. In that respect, I'm a little envious, since I never knew my dad; he died when I was a baby.

I think it's wonderful that you care so much for him.

Thank you for sharing your dad and your relationship with him. It does my heart good to know of families with such love for each other.

Going through the same
I've been back to Ohio five times in past two years
All that matters I know what's important
He turns 100 in August

You still have the memories of what a great person he was to you.

I know how you feel <3

Little secret he loves every goodby as much and perhaps more then you. Keep them coming.

So true but then again death is just part of living. My closet female friend was murdered when we were 17 years old and then I lost my very best everything when my sister dies at 49 years old
The thing I am driving at is we, the living see it as a loss and then embalmb the body allowing us more time to view it. We must think of the one who died, not us. Not what a loss WE had. To embalmb means to drain the blood down the sewer, puncter all organs and then fill the body shell. Why, just so we can see it three days later. LET mother nature take her body back and move on with the wonderful joy and bliss the person left imprinted on your life

My dad doesn't talk to me.

So true but then again death is just part of living. My closet female friend was murdered when we were 17 years old and then I lost my very best everything when my sister dies at 49 years old
The thing I am driving at is we, the living see it as a loss and then embalmb the body allowing us more time to view it. We must think of the one who died, not us. Not what a loss WE had. To embalmb means to drain the blood down the sewer, puncter all organs and then fill the body shell. Why, just so we can see it three days later. LET mother nature take her body back and move on with the wonderful joy and bliss the person left imprinted on your life