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It started with a growl, then an almighty ROAR. I walked to my bedroom door.

In front of me was a small closed in veranda then the bathroom.

To my left was the kitchen and its lair.

I was two steps into the veranda when it appeared.

I froze on the spot, trapped by fear.

He turned to his left. Empowered by rage he tore the bathroom door from its hinges with his right hand, stormed forward flicking away the closed shower curtain with his left and punched the virgin sacrifice in the face with a demonic straight right.
As her knees buckled he grabbed her hair with his left hand and slammed another straight right into her head.

It was at this point an angel stepped in and grabbed his shoulders.

He shrugged her off and smashed another straight right into the virgins head before letting her drop to the floor like a wet rag.

The angel tried to grab him again, but he was too powerful. He fired his right elbow over his shoulder, then his left. He turned around and fired a RIGHT LEFT RIGHT combination that sent the angel to the floor unconscious. He turned again, bent his left knee and drove his right boot into the virgin’s stomach.

After two long breaths he turned to leave the bathroom and there I was. Facing him.
I could see the demon in his deep black eyes.
He looked at me and visibly softened.
“You’re my boy” he said and walked past me to drink from his sacred chalice.

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I wanted to say goodbye to my father in the hospital before he died.
At first I sat back, quietly watching mum talk to him.
When I said hello he moved his head. I said a couple more things and he appeared to be trying to find me. This made mum smile as he had not stirred much while she talked this time.
So I said the usual time filling things one says when they don’t know what to say.
It was obvious he could hear my voice.
I wondered if he understood what I was saying, but I said goodbye.

I was called by the hospital a couple days later and told that I should come that day.
I had been thinking about what I should have said since I left the hospital.

Mum was there as usual and dad once again responded to my voice.
This time I asked mum if I could have some time alone with him.
I was sitting next to him holding him by the hand as he lay calmly and I told him the truth.
As I cried my way through the things I had to say my mind played a collage of my most significant memories involving him. The story above being one of the strongest.
I told him no matter how hard I looked I struggled to find anything we shared or did together that I treasured and that I was sorry for not trying harder to be more of a son.

I don’t know how to describe it, but he was really agitated by what was going on. It was as though he was trying to get up and say something but his body wouldn’t let him.
I finished what I had to say and said “Now I have to say the words ‘I forgive you’ or I’m going to regret it. I don’t know why, but I know I have to. So I forgive you”.
As I got up to leave he held his arm in the air and started making noises, it would have taken nearly all his strength. Walking around the bed it was obvious he did not want to leave it there, so I took his hand and sat again.
He held my hand (kind of) tight and I believe that he heard me. Finally after all the years of denial he saw the truth.
It was all I ever wanted.
I sat there until I felt my thoughts just going around in circles, I said good bye again and left.
I was glad I had done it.

Two days later the voice in my head said “you need to go see him”.

I now know he had something special to share with me.
I believe he called out to my guardian angels.
He wanted to share the last moments of his life with me.

It is something I will forever cherish.

Perhaps that was his dying wish.