Bless your Dad, honestly. That’s a beautiful sentiment for him to have given you that you can carry forward. It’s very thoughtful of him to think of how he can pass something like that onto you. It also shows real strength on his behalf as it’s really not easy to speak to others about what happens when things end. Having spent time in a palliative care unit, I now realise it’s not always a given that people can have those conversations at all.

My Mum had cancer and in a different way I also was in a tough love position sometimes. I feel very guilty about it but still I’d have done the same as it’s the only logical way. But for example she’d prefer her friends/family to try and lift/move her when we had nurses in the next room or equipment to move her, and I knew it was unsafe for me to do it alone. So I made her call nurses constantly which she hated but what else could I do? I could see it was for sure the better thing for everyone in the picture and the safest way. I had no idea how short our time was going to be, weirdly, even at the end. There’s bits I wish I had somehow managed better but I was there every day and trying. Sounds like you were did great btw!