We are doing okay. We are surviving. Our hearts are breaking and aching, but we find peace that dad is in heaven with no tubes, no Cancer. He is young and healthy again.

I just wish I could get the images out of my head of him on his death bed. I want to remember him healthy and smiling. But when I close my eyes I see his sick face and his last breaths. Even though it was peacful, I don't want to keep reliving it over and over again.