My dad died April 8th. He was more than a dad. He was a best friend, a companion, someone to confide in, as well as a dad. I talked to him practically every single day even if only for 5 minutes just to check in with him. And now he's gone. He was sick for a long time, and I know that he is probably better off with the Lord because he is no longer sick or in pain. But the thought of never having him in my life again makes me cry just thinking about it. I have a strong family with a mother and two brothers, and many others but it's not my dad. I miss him terribly.