I was allways closer to my father than I was my mother. When I was little instead of staying home I allways wanted to go with Dad when he worked on the farm so he would allow me to go with him and help, untill I got married and moved out we worked on the farm, worked on trucks, mowed the lawn, cooked, there wasnt much we didnt do together. I didnt mean to but it hurt him alot when I got married and moved out, I was all he had because mom fell in love with another man and divorced him and my sister was allready married and moved out.For 4 years I had friends tell me all my Dad wanted was for his son to move back home. One day I got A phone call form Grandma and she said dad was in the emergency room so I went to the hospital to see him. He only lived for 3 days in the hospital and the last thing he told me before he died was I love you son.