Hi, my name is Patty .Me and my sister had just lost our dad to lung cancer.Our dad was an fighter he fought for everything it was worth.My sister took him to get hid treatments done.And we both got to take care of him at home.The cancer made him very tired.I remember when he didn't want to go to bed cause he wanted to stay up so he could see the sun come up so he know he made another day.Then he would take cat naps when we all was up , he was very restless, at times I could see the tears in his eyes, I remember constantly giving him hugs and kisses on the forehead.He was very kind hearted there wasnt anything he wouldnt do for anyone.He passed away on January 13th at 8:30 am on a Sunday morning.I was there when he took his last breath . The good thing is he's not suffering anymore.I feel he is with us all the time and will always be in our hearts.They told me it will get easier but its very hard.My sister (Theresa) was always there for our dad. She would always call and check on him or take him to the store or to the doctors.He loved us dearly and loved all his grandchildren.He is greatly missed!