I lost my Dad last December, and I miss him every day. I spent a lot of time with him during the last year of his life as my Mom needed help getting him into bed. Every night around 10, I would go to their house. We would visit and watch TV for an hour or so until they were ready to turn in. Then I’d help Mom get him into bed. He and Mom always apologized for being a burden, but it didn’t feel like one to me. I was happy to do it and grateful for the time I got to spend with them.
Your post made me cry. Hugs to you.