I don't have a touching story to add. My father hated that I carried a knife ever since I snuck off to the Katz drug store and bought a $1.49 Sabre jack knife. I recently learned more about him and I think that it may have been a phobia brought on by his own actions as a young man. Perhaps it would be a touching story, but not for the right reasons, and not appropriate here.
I have plenty of unsavory stories about my dad but for all his faults I still loved him, still do