I'm my dad's only daughter. Lord of the rings was extremely special for us. He was always a huge nerd, and loved all of tolkiens work. When the movies came out he took me to see them in theatres even when I was very young and couldn't properly take it in. Every time it was "dad's weekend" we would watch the movies while eating dinner, eventually the extended ones as well. He had the best sound system that made the movies so rich. 7.1 channels, vintage behemoth speakers... minas morgul, moria, helms deep..sounded absolutely incredible. He loved to tell me lore, repeat funny lines and jokes with me, tell me movie/book differences, we even had the lotr trivial pursuit and he would teach me stuff all the time. Tease me and say "someday you could read the silmarillion, but it'll be a tough read for you." These movies are everything to me, and make me feel so close to him. Losing him today was like losing a part of my soul.
Complications from pneumonia, compounded with weakness from stage 4 colon cancer took him from me at the young age of 58.
To honor him, after he passed at noon today, I got home and binged all 3 extended editions. I could still hear his voice teasingly repeating funny lines in my ear, making silly songs to make me laugh. Or seeing him stand up and cue me in to appreciate a special auditory moment to bask in. His passion became my passion, I couldn't be more grateful, thank you dad, love you forever.
Edit: I am reading all your comments through tears, thank you so much. At his celebration of life I'll put Gandalfs quote about the end on a little card in front of his urn, and there it shall stay after I take his ashes home and give him a little shrine in my living room where he can always watch good movies with me and hear loud, warm rich music.