Hey yall... sorry I've not been around... dad lost his battle last night and they wanted me to make the call. Somethin happened and he had had a stroke or heart attack and never recovered. This is the hardest thing ever, yet... the image of him passing is one that will be scarred into my memory for the rest of life, making sure no matter what happens to me, I never want to put my kids through what I just went through at least until they themselves are 40 or 50. There are so many emotions, like who is to blame, but when the truth is he didn't want to live without his legs. He was, but wasn't ready in a sense. I KNOW I wasn't ready, as for the past 3 weeks I have been trying to visit with him and let him get some time with my daughter. (Sigh) I just wish he would have called me back 1 time..