A month ago my father (73) became suddenly ill. Diagnosis cancer, first his longs, then his head,bones and finally his liver and kidnies. This all in a period of 5 weeks. This morning (a month after becoming ill) my father past away in my arms. He was in the hospital, the last two days in a kind of twilightzone. This morning I got a call he was worse and I raced to the hospital. The moment I came in I took him into my arms, wispered in his ear that I loved him and that it was enough. I told him he was not alone, that I was with him and that it was alright to let go. With his head to mine he died the moment after I had kissed him and had spoken to him. It had been my worst fear that he would die alone, and I promissed him that I would not let him down. I can only be gratefull that I could be with him at his last moment. It is okay now. Thanks for all the heartwarming words and signs of caring. I will be back soon, it will be good for me to start finishing my projects,have something to focus on. Warm regards, Dalinise.