My dad had a MAJOR heart attack on Christmas night of 2006. I rushed him to the hospital where they told me that if he has another heart attack he wouldn't make it. In the mean time anything that could go wrong with a person's body went wrong on my dad. He was in a induced coma for about 2 1/2 months. He had to learn how to walk again due to laying there in the bed with no movement. He went to a rehab in Virginia Beach & was there for about two years. I brought my dad home this past September, he was so excited to be back home with his family. This past January I was told by my dad's doctor to take him to the er, he was in the beginning stages of pnemouna, so along with my family we did what we were told to do. While I was waiting in the er waiting room I was approched by the chaplin. She told me that my dad was not doing good. Along with my family I had to make the decision not to resastate him. My dad died January 16, 2009 while I was holding his hand. This has affected me so bad. My dad was one of my best friends. He raised me on his own since I was 18 months old. I later found out that he told a close family friend that he could go happy knowing that his only child was happy in life, being married to a good man, having two wonderful childre & having a good career. As hard as that was hearing that I knew I had done him proud. It's only been about a month, but it has been one of the hardest months of my life. I am so used to taking care of my daddy & calling him everyday 2 to 3 times a day. I know he's in a better place & not suffering anymore & that I'm being selfish by wanting him here with me & my family.