I was going to do this one before you requested, Number Eleven is my OC, but thanks again
He had been their father. The beloved of their mother.
Van Hohenheim. The man who had lived over three hundred years, jumping from body to body. He had died in the body Trisha Elric had fallen in love with, died in a world not his own. He died apologizing to his son for abandoning him when he was so young.
Yet, his sons would live on without him. After all, they had already done so for so long. He had failed in his promise to Trisha to protect them, but at least he knew that they would live on. Keep on moving forward. Never forgetting, but still living.
Now he could go to Trisha without worrying...