My wonderful father died in 2001, aged 94, just before the world trade centre attacks. I was relieved he never knew about that, as it would have made him so unhappy. His mind was sharp and alert to the end.
My husband died at the age of 40, and when one of my sons was about to become a father he said that because he didn’t really remember his own father he didn’t know to be one. I told him just to think of his grandfather (my father) and he would have the perfect role model. Indeed, my son is an excellent father to his two children.