I was very lucky to have a wonderful set of parents. my father entered hospice care and only lasted 4 months. I was with him when he passed i even laid in his bed the day before telling him it was ok to go. I loved my daddy more than anyone eles this poem is exactly the way i feel about him. thankyou

I never knew how hard it was to loose the main person in life that you look up to everyday, my dad was everything to me and I was holding his hand the moment he took his last breath and it was only seconds after I told him it was ok to let go, its so hard to see your own paretns die, but I know deep in my heart that hes in a better place.

My father recently passed away from a heart attack, he never had a heart problem, so it was the first and only he ever had, so his death came as a shock. I still sometimes find myself talking about him in the present as if he were still here. Its still fresh and will take time, but my father was my world for many, many years and was the only man I ever loved until I met my fiance' . I know he is in a better place, but I just want that "one more time".

my dad died 6 weeks ago it was a shock to all of us we are very close family and i am not dealing with it very well , my husband and kids are supportive, but i think they are tried of seeing my crying all the time, my mom is doing much better they were married for 51 years.

My Daddy died on November 2, 2007. There are no words to explain or express the pain I have in my heart. Our relationship wasn't the typical father/daughter relationship and we spent more years apart than together. The day I got the call that he was in the hospital, I couldn't decide whether I should go or not, because in our last conversation he had told me that he didn't want to have a relationship with me if it involved my mama. But thankfully I listened to my husband. I had always said that if something were to happen I wouldn't care because he didn't love me in life so why should I love him in death. But I went and the moment I walked in the room it was like time had stood still. It was hard seeing this man in such a fragile state. From that moment on he was my daddy and nothing else mattered.

He was in and out of the hospital for about 3 months and during one of his longest stays I was there by his side for 3 solid weeks only leaving for one night and that was only because I had hit the wall, both emotionally and physically. During our nights together I found out more about this man than I ever had. He told me stories of his youth and about how much he loved me and regretted the mistakes he had made. When they finally released him to the rehab facility I cried like a baby because I didn't want to leave him.

Finally, the last time the ambulance came and took him to the hospital and then to Hospice I knew he wouldn't leave out that door with me. He was in Hospice for about a week and I never left his side. When he took his last breath I was holding him in my arms and yelling for him to come back. I knew he was in a better place and that he was no longer suffering but I still wanted him back, but I knew that was selfish of me. I stayed with him until the funeral home came and picked him up and then I went back to his room and got my stuff and couldn't believe that this was it. I would never see him again.

My Daddy had always been my heart, no matter what happened between us. He always walked on water to me and now he was gone. I asked God why he gave him back to me just to take him away, but deep down I knew why God had given him back to me. He had given him back to me because he knew what he meant to me and gave me the time to be daddy's little girl once again and I thank God for that each and every day.

I LOVE AND MISS YOU SO BAD DADDY.

LOVE, RONDA

The tears just keep on flowing. Every day I tell myself it will be OK but its just not going to be. My dad is dead! He died 7 weeks ago and I just wish it wasn't so. To be honest I just can't believe it has happened. Dad was only 69 and still working the farm, riding his horse, fishing - everything. The Doctors told him he had cancer four months before and there was not much they could do. They tried chemo for six weeks but things were just getting worse. The whole family were around him for the last week of his life, to hold his hand and tell him it would be OK. For him, yes I did believe it would be OK, for us - who knows???? I miss him so much. I just can't believe this has happened to MY DAD!!!!

Thank you for the poem.

My father passed away in June this year and this poem touched me to the core...I miss him every day but cherish every memory I have of him and although I wish we could have had more years together I am relieved his suffering was not prolonged.

I am grateful I got the chance to be with him to the end...to be able to tell him I loved him so much and that it was ok to let go and to stop fighting it.

Dad will always be in my heart - especially on milestones in my life; my wedding day when he won't be the one to walk me down the aisle...through till hopefully the birth of children I may one day have.

Thank you soooo much for such a touching poem!