Daddy lived almost 5 years within days from day of diagnosis. He was so miserable and in so much pain the last 6 months. I really do not think he knew I was there the week-end he died. Sometimes I wish he had, but that would have meant he would have been aware of his pain.

I can only remember Daddy switching me one time. He only had to look at me with hurt in his eyes and I did what I needed to do. Even then I knew his love did not falter for one split second.

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