As the "anniversary" of my Dad's death approaches I find myself suffering through mixed emotions. I've been thinking about him a lot these days and sometimes I laugh, and sometimes I cry. I remember all the fun, the laughter, the silly things he would do and say. Then, in the middle of all those great memories, enters visions of his final days. I can't get those days out of my mind, it's as though they haunt me. I can't get past the suffering and sadness in his eyes, I can't help but feel sorry for him. I know that everybody has to go, but what hurts me the most is the fact that he had to suffer, why? What did he do to deserve that? NOTHING! I miss you Dad, and I think about you every day.