My father was approaching his 91st birthday and asked me if I would go to his house one day and sort through his photo's because he said if he died no-one would know who the people in the photos were. I didn't have time, and I was going on holiday but said I would go around when I came home. I was having a very nice time in warm tropical weather when my son sent me a message telling me dad had passed away. I didn't get to go through his photo's with him, and I never saw him again. Father's Day has just passed, and although I don't celebrate it, I think about dad every year and have grown to hate the day.