I became an orphan this past New Years Eve. My father colapsed around 8:30 am. I was on my way to work. I got a phone call from my sister saying that my stepmother was calling an ambulance. I went straight to my dads house. He was being rolled out on the stretcher as I ran up the drive way. He was awake and in a lot of pain. They wouldn't let me see him but told me to go to the hospital ahead of the ambulance. I believed he was going to be just fine. A couple tests and they would cure the problem and home bound he would be. When I arrived at the hospital my other siblings (there are 8 of us) started arriving as well. About half an hour later they let us in to see him. They took him to cat scan when I got to his room so I waited for him to return. As they wheeled him back to the room he was groaning in pain and the nurse looked at me and said all his children need to come in to see him he was being rushed into surgery. They explained that he had a ruptured aortic anuerysm and it was very serious. I talked to my dad for a few minutes and he said my name and I told him I loved him his last words to me were "I love you too". My other siblings came in so I backed away so they could have a minute and I wasn't even to his room door and he stopped breathing. They worked on him for about an hour and even attempted the surgery right there. I watched them through the window and shortly after the surgeon came out of the room. He asked me if I was his daughter and then gave me the tightest hug and told me he was sorry. At that point I realized the only person thats been there for me since I came into this world was gone. My mother had died 5 years ago. She and my dad had been divorced since I was 3. She wasnt around very often. Her death was hard but this is so much harder. I miss him so much. Everything I do or think about reminds me of him. He was such a wonderful dad even when I didn't think so. I found this site hoping for some comfort.