I lost my dad to cancer April 1 1992. I still have not been able to accept his death completely. My dad was a big man, he was so full of life and love that his passing left a huge hole in my life, my heart, and all I can think is.... I want him back. It is hard to lose any family member, but there is a special bond between a father and daughter. I was with my daddy when he passed. I was there in the bedroom he died in, and watched as he took his final breath. I spent the last night he was on this earth laying on a cot in his room listening to him breath and talking and singing to him as he slept. When my father passed I lost my best friend. I will always smile when I think about him playing the guitar and singing. His love of life, his love for his family and his generous loving personality made everyone near him smile. I watched my dad shrink from 225 lbs to 104 lbs over the year he suffered with cancer, he was 6ft 1 in tall so he was just a shadow of his former self when he died. He was cheerful and optimistic until the end. I know he is somewhere laughing, and dancing in heaven. I Love you Daddy and I am taking care of mom...just like you asked.