My Dad died on Monday February 1st, 2010.
I had the good fortune to speak with my Dad on Sunday January 31st, 2010.
I say good fortune because looking back on that day 10 years later, I feel like I won the lottery having had the opportunity to speak with him just one day before his passing.
My Dad and I did not talk regularly – I held onto childhood baggage that I allowed to keep me at a distance. Our relationship was alright, which I recognize is much better than the relationships many kids have with their parents.