When my dad was alive, he was the only man in my life whom I could ever
respect wholly. Even being married to my first husband did not make me
feel differently as I continued to look up to the one man I knew would
always be there. My dad and I did not have many words between us; I
would drive him to a function and the only words spoken were, "see you
later". He would close the car door and I would drive away, wishing I
had told him about my day, beating myself up for not asking him how his
day had been. I remember taking him to the airport once, and for forty
minutes the only sound I heard was that of the car engine. Yet our
silences were comfortable. Words were unnecessary whilst in each
other's company. Read on here

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