My Dad....

My Dad died August 11. The last two weeks have been extremely difficult. Since my Dad was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer on June 9, 2008, his life had been up and down with trying to fight it. And then it came down to a heart attack instead of the cancer.

Everything feels like a bad dream. How can he be gone? I can't put my mind around the fact that he's not here anymore. I keep thinking things like, "just two weeks ago he was here," "he's been gone a week," "he's been gone almost two weeks." Things will never be the same again. Now my mom is alone. I'm so glad I was able to stay an additional week. I just wish I could be so much closer!