I do not think I am alone from hearing many of your comments. 4 years ago today my daddy looked me in the eye and told me he was very sick and did not know what was wrong. He had a biopsy - then surgery. I stayed with him day and night at the hospital for 2 weeks. He was diagnosed with stomach cancer. The end result was he passed away 8 weeks later. I watched him deteriorate in his recliner March 31, 2009. The dr told me to wait until morning to take him to the ER. He could not walk by morning. We went to the hospital and I raised hell with them. I slept in hospital chair by his side until the dr told me there was no hope and his kidneys had failed. I watched him die and held his hand as he passed away April 3, 2009. I am so sad right now I cannot breath. I will go to bed and go to work tomorrow, but I miss watching tv with him. I miss hearing stories about my relatives. I miss seeing him drive up in his truck. I miss meeting him for dinner. I miss his encouragement and love.