My father passed away this morning in his sleep. It's not a surprise, but of course we never want that day to come. He had turned 87 yrs old on Oct. 26th, which is when I last saw him. I last spoke to him a few days ago. He gave a great fight & I know my mother took care of him as best she could. He was in hospice for the last year & had stopped walking about 2 yrs ago. I'm glad he wasn't in much discomfort overall. His vital signs were good until the very end. My mom had gone on her routine morning walk & was only gone about an hour this time. She normally says good-bye to him before leaving in which he says to be safe, but she didn't this particular morning because he was sleeping so well & she didn't want to wake him. When she came back, he must have just passed not so long before she came back. My father was the best father any person could have! I wish he had seen me accomplish more in life (getting married, having a baby, having my own home), but that's how life goes sometimes. He got to see me graduate twice. In case anyone doesn't know, my parents are much older than the parents of others my age because they met later in life. I was born when my dad was already 46 & I'm my parents' only child. They were married for 43 yrs. He was also an Army veteran. I will miss him dearly! Thank you for reading. Just Added information: Oh, I just found out a second ago that I passed my comprehensive exam. I now also have my MS in Communication Disorders & Sciences w/ emphasis in Speech-Language Pathology. I wish I could have told my dad!