My Uncle Bill was the only person I asked if I could call him "Dad." He was a good man, a U.S. Marine during WWII and came home with shell shock - the same thing I've been diagnosed with after 31 years in Law Enforcement and 20 years in the military reservives. He passed 1/15/12 from the same illness that took my mother in 1990. I miss him terribly although we hadn't had much communition lately. He was still more of a father than my own (and he had lots of kids himself with my Aunt, my Mom's sister.