Our fight is now over. My dad passed away May 9, 2007. Today, I am preparing to go to his funeral. It happened so fast, just the way he wanted to. When they told us we had 24-48 hours left-that he was starting to shut down...we only ended up having 2-1/2 hours. I was holding his arm when he decided to let go....it's a strange feeling. He was there when I came into this world and I was there when he went out. I walk around so numb - I seen a older man walking on my way home this morning from my parents house to get ready and I started to sob -- my dad will never get to be that older man walking. It's been the hardest 3 days of my life.