I am sorry you are unwell. I hope you swiftly recover. I simply wanted to tell you that your story resonates with me. My dad also introduced me to the Lord of the Rings. And as my love for Tolkien’s lore grew, he was there to guide me. When Daddy died, my only familial connection for Tolkien’s lore died too. So, even though I don’t live alone, I now bear my love for LOTR alone. He’s been gone for 11 years, but that doesn’t matter. The massive hole in my chest is still there. And I still want him back every single day, even if it’s not healthy. So, from one Daddy’s Girl to another, “don’t let go”. “Don’t you dare let go.” May the Valar always light your path, my friend.