My Dad

I don't even have to consider this one. Losing my dad four years ago was by far the worst loss I've ever had. He and I were as close as a father and daughter can be. I miss him more today than I ever have. He was my hero. He smoked cigarettes for decades and died early as a result. He died of heart failure and emphazema (sp?). It was a slow, miserable death. But before he died, we talked about his death and planned out his funeral. He died with grace and taught me a lot about death.