My dad passed away last Monday, 11/11/13, at the age of 50. He lived less than 2 weeks after being diagnosed with metastatic pancreatic cancer. It's hard to believe that 30 days ago, he walked into a hospital looking healthy but short of breath, and he passed away last week 60 pounds lighter looking like a 90 year old. My siblings and I were fortunate enough to be able to spend his last week with him, but we NEVER in a million years expected cancer to take my dad so young. I feel so angry at God for taking him. I feel conflicted since I should be happy that he is now healed and spending eternity in Heaven, but instead I'm angry and sad and want to be selfish. It still doesn't feel real. I don't know when it will or how to mourn. Not having a funeral or memorial service makes things even more difficult. My dad was donated to science per his wishes and didn't want a memorial service. Cancer sucks!