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You're so right Jim and BigDave. And I can very happily say that my dad knew exactly how much I love him. He was 86 and was playing 18 holes of golf and going to the gym until the week before he went into the hospital - the day after Thanksgiving - for diverticulitis. While he was in the hospital, he caught that Mersa (sp?) staff infection which is what killed him. He fought like hell for a month, but his age and the fact that there are only a couple of antibiotics that MIGHT work didn't help at all. I take consolation in the fact that he lived a really good life and he was the best husband and father anyone could ask for. And I do believe with all my heart that I'll see him again.