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How wonderful that you can be there with him at this hour. We all leave this life sometime, somehow. What a blessing it is to go in the arms of a loved one. My dad had Alzheimer's and didn't seem to know who I was, but who knows what he was really thinking. I like to think he knew I was someone he loved and trusted at some level, even if he couldn't say my name.
I don't want to get too technical, but how do you feel changed? I remember when my dad died, I realised I was suddenly (as the oldest person in my family) the family patriarch. A whole generation had thought of my dad as the family leader, and suddenly the leader was me. All of a sudden I wasn't a son any more. The change was subtle, but feels so profound. All my life I was this man's son, and now for a few years I was to take his place at the head of the table.
Sorry for the hijack.