Im new here and Im hoping to find some comfort with all of you.

My Dad passed away on May 24,2013.

We were told his cancer had returned on 12/26/13 & the Dr's gave him 6 months.

He fought up until the very end, so very typical of my father.

He was my rock - my world was safe because he was in it.

Yesterday was my first Father's Day without him & yes, it hurt. But the last 3 weeks have hurt so badly it was almost like every day since he's been gone.

I miss him more then words could ever fully express.

When I was 15 my parents divorced. At 16 I became pregnant & my mother decided to move to NC with her boyfriend.

My poor Dad was stuck with a 16 year old pregnant daughter & he loved my daughter & I more then anything in this world.

Watching him suffer the last few days of his life was torture. It physically hurt my heart to see a man who I loved so much suffer.

On May 16,2014 I wrote a letter to God asking him to please end his suffering.

Thankfully he was aware & alert before he left us.

In fact, the Friday before he died ( he died the next day), he told me "Ill be gone in 24 hours and he was.

But I got to tell him I loved him & I have absolutley NO regrets. I spent a lot of time with him. He was a part of my every day life.

Now here I am, just a little over 3 weeks and I havent seen nor spoken to him.

I think it's starting to set in that he is really gone.

Im grateful for all the memories we shared, all the wisdom he taught me & for the bond that we shared.

As I said in his eulogy, nothing, not even cancer can steal our memories. And I am so lucky to have enough memories to last me a lifetime.

Thank you for taking the time to read this.