Dad stayed with me when Mom left. I don’t know if he stayed because he wanted to or because he had to. Regardless, he made sure I had food, clothes, and a roof over my head. He even let me come home again after I graduated from college.
He was full of wisdom, and never hesitated to give me advice–whether I needed it or not:
“Don’t be an asshole.”
“What’d I say about being an asshole?”
I owed everything to him.
Now he’s gone, but I’ll always remember his last words: “Hey, what are you doing with that pillow?”