Nearly twenty years have slipped by since we lost my father, the steadfast patriarch of our family. That fateful day in March is forever etched in my memory. I can still hear the haunting ring of the phone in the early morning as my mom delivered the heart-wrenching news that he was gone. Tears well up in my eyes at the thought of it. He had just been welcomed into hospice care, yearning to spend his final moments by the serene lake he loved, surrounded by the warmth of his family. But God had other plans.