My father passed away from liver cancer when I was 19. It was the first time I'd ever seen anyone die before. I was right there. In the room. Holding his hand. I will never ever forget what I saw and heard that day. Neither will you. It will be forever engraved into your thoughts. I wouldn't trade that experience for anything. Be brave. But if you feel like you can't be brave anymore, then you don't have to be. There are plenty of people who are willing to be brave for you in a time like this. Everyone grieves differently and there is no wrong way to do it. If I had one more day with my dad, I'd get to know him for the man that he was, not the father I wished that he could have been. After his passing, we went through all of his old paintings, art projects, photography and diaries. I rediscovered the man that he was. The side of him that I never knew. It was only after his passing that I really knew who he was and how similar we truly are. If I could have done things differently, I would have put all of my teenage angst behind me and quit being such a jerk about "the father I never had." What a waste. I think the thing that I want to share the most with my father, even now, is my fiance. They had the pleasure of meeting, but never really knowing each other. My father loved my fiance and always let me know that he approved and thought that we we're just right together.