I was one of the lucky ones when it came to having parents. My father is the best person I have ever known. He is a World War II veteran, so he is one of the "greatest generation," and he lives up to that name.
I've never heard him raise his voice or complain or say a curse word - ever! He took care of my bedridden mother for 10 years, including keeping her hair a dark color (as she liked) until the end. He did everything for her. He put on her makeup and jewelry when they left the house. He even sewed Velcro up the back of her clothes. They sat in their recliners together every day. She passed away back in 2005. He's now 95 years old. He's an artist who does crafts, stays busy, and says he doesn't like doing "nothing." He even remarried nine years ago!
He was and is here for me, and I will be here for him, always. My Dad is one in a million and I know it. I only wish others had the opportunity to have a loving family like I have had. It makes all the difference in the world.