It was Christmas of 1980. I was pregnant with my first baby. My dad was very sick He had cancer. He made my mom bring him to see me. I was supposed to stay in bed because I tried to go into labor early. I couldn’t go to him so he came to me. It was so special that was the last time I got to see him before he passed away in January He passed 8 hours after my son was born. He waited to make sure we were ok. I sure do miss him.