My dad died last year. He was my rock and I miss him everyday. He was not one to say I love you much. But a couple of days before he died he grabbed my hands and looked into my eyes and said I love you so much stubby (his nick name for me). I spent those last weeks and months with him just about everyday in the end he insisted that I sit in this certain chair. I later learned he wanted me to sit there so he could look at me when he woke up and when he fell asleep I miss his so much