At 33 years old I lost my daddy and it hurts more then I ever could've imagined possible.As a kid sometimes I'd lay in bed and think about the day my parents would eventually pass away and I would cry my little eyes out worrying about it and dreading the day.Ill never forget those nights and how sad I was.And then 30 some years later and all growed up,my dad tells me he has been diagnosed with cancer and I broke down sobbing on my daddys shoulder and he hugged me and held me tightlyand wiped the tears off my cheeks and asked my mom to please get me something to blow my nose with.As I sat there next to him on the steps crying my dad told me it would be okay and to not be sad and not to worry.Even in his last days he still just wanted us to be okay ,not to be upset or worried about him or anything like that.That was the kinda guy my dad was never thinking of himself and always thinking of us kids and my mom and wanting us to be happy.For the next several days I stayed close to my dad trying to spend as much time with him as possible cause I had no idea how much time I may have left with him.After more tests and things he wad told he had 3 months to live and I was devastated!3 months was not long enough at all I was in shock and it felt like it was all just a nightmare ,a horrible dream!!!!But it wasn't,it was very much reality and I didn't wanna believe it was really happening,not to my daddy,impossible! Thirty-six days from the day my daddy was diagnosed with liver and esophageal cancer ,my daddy,my hero,my superman,passed away in Olympic Memorial Hospital,and it hurt my heart so much worse then I ever could've imagined possible,way worse then what I thought it would even as a little girl lying in my bed thinking about and dreading this day!!!!And it continues to hurt every minute of every day just as badly and just as much as the morning he first passed.I may never stop hurting and I'll never be the same again.I was a daddys girl and now my daddy is gone! : (