I feel you your lost Sir Purrcy but there cannot many things more rewarding nor as wonderful than a deep-seated father-son relationship with your sire, mentor, role model, confident, and friend.
For me, and my Dad it was about flying, sailing, fishing, and hunting. I got the news of my Dad’s own departure when I was living in Saanich B.C. October 17, 1983. Ron and I had tickets to the 1st Western Final to play at B.C Place that season, where we beat Winnipeg 39-21, but I watched the game from my life-long friend’s home in Ontario after seeing my father to rest.
I acutely feel the lost you must be aching from as I lost my own little brother a little over two years ago in February 2009 and still have a tough time with it, as he was only 53 years old.
It is said time heals all scars, and so it is my wish that you may heal knowing that your Dad dropped his mortal coil, knowing he left behind a greater fan of his beloved team, and in his place.
"As such are we are not indivisible? As long a single one of us stands, we are legion!" - Kain