My dad passed away on February 13/2014 after a long battle with COPD. The first time he was admitted to the hospital and truly diagnosed with this disease was 5 years ago on my wedding day. I woke up to a phone call from my husband to be telling me that my father was rushed by ambulance to the hospital. So of course I rushed over where they proceeded to tell me that he had pneumonia and would be placed in a coma. So that was both the worse and best day of my life. Before they put him in a coma he made me promise I would go through with our wedding, so I did. Now fast tracking 5 years later, at beginning of January he went for one of his many procedures, but this time he never came home. He was rushed to the icu and placed on life support and was basically a vegetable. His lungs and body had finally have up. So my mother and i had to make the unimaginable decision to remove life support after 4 weeks in the icu. This was the worse day of my life.. Their was nothing I could've done to prepare myself for the physical and emotional pain I would feel. Suddenly the fact that my father wasn't present on my wedding day came back to me and I was overwhelmed with so much grief. I am having a very difficult time with his passing and I almost feel as though I'm putting on an act in front of my family, when in reality I'm in so much pain..