wow... that's a hard day, @pennsif
I know I wish I had one more day with my dad.
one more...

My brother and I came to spend the last couple nights at home with him. He had fought a few years, as the cancer spread. in the end, they stopped treatments, sent him home, with an oxy tank, and we came to stay.

We spent time that second night, my brother and I, just telling stories, to mom. She laughed and so did he, turning into these big wracking coughs. We wanted to stop but he got mad, so we continued with funny and bad stories from growing up with him.

He told us, he was tired, and then, drifted off in his favorite chair. My brother and I each gave him a kiss on the forehead, something we had done for decades, in the old ratty blue arm chair of his...

that next morning, instead of a week or so, he had drifted off in his sleep silently
Saying good bye, well... that was perhaps the single most peaceful thing I remember about the years long battle!