I'll never forget the day the doctor told my dad he had the worst deal dealt to him, and he was going to die...I'll never forget walking down that corridor and wanting to run and scream and cry...I'll never forget dad taking my hand and telling me "you have to be strong"...I knew in my heart he had to go, and it wouldn't be long..."ll never forget the hospital bed where he lay. I'll never forget the dreadful chemo and all of his pain.....I'll never know why this happened, what was the gain? It seemed for awhile he'd accepted his fate, he even had smiles for people who came to talk for awhile. But his body grew weak, and he got so tired, and he gave up hope. He didn't want to go, he didn't want to die, but he just couldn't cope. It seems so senseless that this beautiful life was taken away... Now I feel there's nothing to do but to remember and say...I'll never forget you dad...I love you so very much.