My dad passed away at the age of 75. It was August 2012 the day my life has changed dramatically. I recently passed a year. I haven't gotten back on my feet by getting a job again. I quit my job to take care of him, my husband didn't want me to have any regrets with his sickness so I spent three weeks with him in Florida to help take care of him. He had stage four cancer, brain tumors and lung cancer. I was so positive with it and thought he was going to get healed, actually they were disolving. He came up to Nh to celebrate his birthday which was awesome and left to go back home. I was planning to go back to Florida to help him but he had a heart attack a month after he came to NH. I miss him dearly and just need to get back on my feet again, I know he would want that. He was my hero and best friend. We were extremely close. I was a daddys girl we used to talk many times during the week. I would tell him everything.