Growing up in the 50's I never told my dad I loved him. All through school and into the working world we never said "I love you".
Then Cancer struck.
Dad lost his appetite, he lost weight, he lost the will to live.
In hospital he fell out of bed in the middle of the night and laid helpless on the floor for hours. The next day he was weak and I tried to force food into him.
He chocked and he cried.

This was the first time I had seen dad so frail and so helpless. The dad who told me to be strong and to keep me chin up as a kid!
He said " I don't want you to see me this way son". I cried.

I told Dad that if a son can't help his father, no one can. I told my dad for the 1st time in 50 years that I loved him.... he looked at me like never before and said "me too".
I told Dad that the kids want to see their Granddad. They miss his smile and they want to play golf with him.
Dad decided to live again. He came home in 4 days. Mom was able to get his strength back and he gave us some more fabulous years.
Dad suffered two more arduous operations and got weaker each time. But now it was different between us. We had strength.
Each time we met we said " I love you".
I am glad that I had my chance to say to my father those 3 magic words that were tabboo for men to say to each other..... I love you.

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