My Dad died January 24,2011. He was diagnosed with lung cancer in August 2010 but his heart was too weak for surgery, so he opted for hospice. I'm a nurse and knew what was coming and thought I was prepared. I talked to my Dad every single day and he was 74 years old and my best friend and a rugged old cowboy. He also helped me raise my kids when their father left and never looked back. He died at home, on hospice, with me, my brother, our kids and our mom around him. I wasn't prepared for this pain. I miss him every minute. I keep thinking I need to call and tell Dad.....but he's not there and never will be. It hits at odd times. I was loading the dishwasher this morning one minute and the next sobbing. I just want my Dad