I was with my dad on the day he died. I was holding his hand, praying with him when he breathed his last breath. In his last hours, he wasn’t worried about how much money he saved, if his favorite teams won or lost, or what was happening politically. He was happy to have family with him. This was what was important to him. Nothing else mattered. Family and love are at the top of list of what’s important.
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