My father and I were not close when I grew up.
We weren’t at odds. He was busy.
At one point he was told he had 6 months to live.
I was told by my wife to spend as much time with him as I could.
He and I had breakfast every Saturday and often hung out during the day.
I’d take him to work with me if an emergency came up.
We prayed for him and we ended up doing this for 6 years, not months.
I don’t miss him. I know every story he ever told. Repeatedly. 😀
I know every bit of advice he would give me.
I know what dad would do. And often do it.
When I speak or especially sing, I often hear his voice where mine should be.
He got saved shortly before his death. I am grateful for that.
As David said of his son, I shall go to him, but he shall not return to me.