One of the most emotional things someone will go through in life is losing a parent. It doesn't matter how old you are or how young you are. It doesn't matter how strong you think you are or how many deaths you have already witnessed. It hits most of us in the same way. On a cold day in October, I was at work singing along with the radio that we had set up in the window next to my work station. The phone rang. My co-worker answered it. It was for me. I got on the phone and I herd my older sister crying. She had told me that Dad was sent to hospice today. From experience, I knew what that meant. This was most likely one of his last days. My father had been in the hospital for cancer. At the time, I lived in Indiana, but I had came back and forth to Ohio to visit him. In the previous days, he had been talking and laughing. The last thing I herd him say was, "I love you baby." I never knew that those would be the last words I would ever hear him say. On the ride to ho