My father died of cancer in August of 1970. I turned 3 in February of 1970. I have 3 clear memories of time with my dad before his death. One was the memory of me standing beside him as he drove his pickup. Standing in the seat with my arm on his shoulder. One memory of him at a small bridge with water flowing over it. He knelt down and scooped up a baby fish for me to see. Last memory was of a white room and my dad laying in a bed with a clear plastic tent over him. My mom later confirmed that was my dad on his death bed in the hospital and the plastic tent was an oxygen tent. She said he summoned my brothers and I to see him. My mom said he died 10 minutes after we left his room.

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