Today, I drove through horrendous traffic and finally made it to Ramona, my Dads final resting place. I knocked on the door and my step Mom greeted me with sweet tender hugs and kisses. I realized that my Dad would not be rolling up in his wheelchair to greet me saying “Hi Babe”. I went into his room tonight. I could see dust bunnies, urinals, oxygen tanks and medical supplies all over the place. His last days were brutal. I felt like a lost little girl, looking at the dust covered photographs in his room. My step mom said that I was the other love of his life, besides her. I wish I could kiss him goodnight.