I lost my Dad on March 29 he died of lung cancer at 78 years old. Prior to this he was healthy and strong. I never realized that I could possibly miss him this much. He was always my rock. I knew if I ever needed anything he was always there for me. Even though I am 48 I was still daddy's girl. I prayed he would die, because he was in so much pain. He was diagnosed in Jan and his cancer was very aggressive. He had overcome alchoholism 10 years ago. Prior to that we didn't have much of a relationship. I feel that God gave me the gift of the last 10 years. We became close and I will never forget the times we spent together. Recently I organized old video tapes. Christmas' with him talking and being here. This is a gift. Somedays I can deal with this fine others I miss him so much that I just want to cry.
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