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Comment by Kim Iwasko on May 3, 2009 at 9:34pm

My Dad suddenly died of accute myeloid lukemia on 10-11-08. He didn't know he had cancer when he died. He had been asymptomatic and died of other serious complications but the underlying cause was the cancer. Our family was devistated. He had been in fantastic health, working out, keeping up an acre lawn and most importantly taking care of my 84 year old Mom. He was 79. My parents always thought my Mom would go first. She is the one with the health problems. He was an amazing, most loving, kind, compassionate man. He adopted me when I was a baby. He took my brother and my Mom and I camping, horseback riding, fishing, many places, I had a great life. He taught me to enjoy music and theatre and to be kind to nature and wildlife. His loss makes me feel very alone even when I'm around friends. We were so aligned in spirit and thoughts. We would talk for hours about nutrition and the enviornment and he was always so proud of my accomplishments. He was one of those one in a million men, that lived a clean life and was a loving, nurturing example for my brother and I. The pain of his dying is not getting easier, and I long for him so badly it sometimes scares me. I think if I could die of a broken heart, than there is a possibility of doing so! God, does anybody else feel this way about their Dad? I miss mine so much it just is so difficult!!!

Comment by Gina Stroup on April 24, 2009 at 3:47pm

I miss the talks we shared with each other. He was a complicated man at times. But he loved all five of his children. I wish he had not been a smoker. At the end he had wish it also. He passed away in April of 2005. My husband was a smoker also and my father told him to give it up and he tried but he found it impossible. He followed my father in June 2007. Dad I hope you guys are talking and joking around with all the angels in Heaven. Hugs and Kisses to you both, Love Gina

Comment by Robert Tinsley on April 24, 2009 at 12:38pm

I lost my dad on nov.12-2008 i never knew the loss would be the way it is god bless everyone that has lost and may your dads know how much they are missed!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Comment by Tammy on April 19, 2009 at 10:54pm

Well this is just weird. My dad just passed away this past April 11. I prayed that there would be a way to let others besides my family and friends know what it is like to have and lost a fathe, my daddy.
He was a quiet man. He was military employed until I was 10. We moved then to a farm. Needless to say the work ethic of both those lifestyles is beyond what most of us see today. He honestly was the the most honest, intelliegent and honorable man I have ever known. And, truely, that I know sounds biased, but he was, noted by others a good man.
He had COPD for years and gradually became a physically weak man but still very mentally strong. He had many stays in the hospital and recouped to be able to go home amazing medical theory.
His last visit to the hospital however, was enough for even him to endure. I asked him if he was ready to go home in which he agreed. He made me promise since I was little girl that he would die at home. I arranged transportation, he came thru the door on an ambulance bed and was transferred to his. Those of us that were with him, greeted him with joy and he shook his head.
He finally felt comfortable with the ineveitable and passed within probably 15 minutes of his time home. I held his hand, cried and I sighed at his last breath. It was the most peaceful moment that I have ever felt. I wish I could put it into words. I would like to find someone that can do it for me. Obviously I was overcome with sadness, but my sense of peace far surpassed that.
It has only been a few days and I find myself not angry or in denial. I am not in NO way relieved, but somehow what I experienced with him makes it all seem ok. I am sad for myself. Sad for others who will miss him. Sad that I will not have him physically tell or guide me in the right direction.
Somehow, I just know, that something miraculous happened.

Comment by Diana, Grief Recovery Coach on April 18, 2009 at 12:29pm

A picture of my father in the hospital after a long recovery. He was mugged in downtown Dayton. He was beaten with a metal pipe and left for dead sometime around Christmas in the early 80's. He ended up with a metal plate in his head and suffered from seizures for the remainder of his life. He died at age 47 in February 1986. I never met him because my grandparents planned it that way, that was not his life plan, but that was just the way it turned out. Regardless, he taught me a few things:

1. Always be aware of your surroundings, carry pepper spray and if possible travel in groups.

2. Always search for the truth. It will set you free.

3. If at first you don't succeed, never give up because you will succeed.

4. Life is short, be true to yourself, be authentic.

5. If you want to stay thin, you have to eat right - he was passionate about the field of nutrition.

I miss you!

Comment by maria housden on April 18, 2009 at 10:19am

my father didn't make a lot of money, but he always said, 'i'd rather spend my money on experiences, not things.' <3

Comment by Margaret R. on April 18, 2009 at 8:46am

My dad was one of nine children, was the first one to graduate college, and was a natural athlete. He spent the next 15 years after college, helping his younger brothers and sisters get an education.

By the time he and my mom married, he was in his mid-30's. And, because World War II intervened, they put starting a family on hold until the late 1940's.

My dad initially coached football and later became a high school principal. Because he was one of those people who can master a sport quickly, I'm sure he hoped for a son. He got 3 totally klutzy, completely nerdy daughters, but he never looked back or expressed any kind of regret. In fact, he watched us grow with a sense of wonder and pride.

From him, I was given the absolute assurance that I could do anything if I set my mind to it. He showed us that no matter how little we thought we had, we always had something to share. He demonstrated to the 3 of us girls the value of continuing to learn and the importance of being tolerant of others. He could listen to us with patience and the attention that one might give to a worldly wise mentor. That is indeed an art!

As the years have passed since his death, I find myself treasuring those memories. In fact, as I add this comment, I am smiling as I think of what his reaction to this would be. He'd lower his eyes for a second, look up, and say, "Awww, Maggie!"

Comment by Beate on April 18, 2009 at 8:40am

Thanks for inviting me to this commity

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