Three years ago, my father died too. My father died with the certainty that I loved him beyond my bones. But if there's one thing he would have blamed me for now, it's prolonging his agony. I did my best to keep my father alive, even if he was intubated. I know that in that moment he took more of my pain than his pain and that I was very selfish. He who dies does not suffer, but rather rests. Those of us who remain in life suffer from missing that being that we will never again embrace or see. The heart knows when we are good and doing the right thing. I embrace you, @tarazkp. Greetings