Today is the three year anniversary of the death of my dad. I miss him so much. When he died, it felt like a piece of me was gone, too, and it still feels like that. I wish I could see him and talk with him and laugh with him again...it makes me sad that if I have kids some day they'll never know their grandpa... It hurts me the most when I think of my little brother growing up without a dad. Everytime I think back to the day he died I most remember right after he passed, my brother just saying, "no, no, no, no, no". It still breaks my heart thinking about it.... My brother was only 13 when my dad died-I can't imagine going through that at 13 years old. I guess time does heal the pain...I think about my dad every day still, but at least I don't think about the day of his death like I used to. When he died, I just couldn't get the picture of him in the hospital out of my head for the first few months....I can handle thinking about the memories with him, but I ...