My dad is the most wonderful person in the world. We shared everything. We like all the same movies, books, food ... . I knew I was always first in his mind. He was always concerned if I wasn't happy, and he tried everything to fix my problems should they arise. He made time to talk with me, and he was never angry if I disrupted him. I would scratch his back at night, and we would talk into the wee hours of the morning. He would always say, "I know I don't want this to end, but you should get to bed." He knew that if I was having a bad day, all he had to say was "hey kiddo, lets grab us some coffee."

He died Monday from blood cancer -- 18 years after survivng a liver transplant. I feel lost and alone. I feel like nothing could ever fill the void that has formed in my stomach. I will be empty forever. Please, come talk to me again dad -- I need you now more than ever before.