My father would've been 81 in September. He had no major health problems. Today he went into the hospital he had been outside all day with my mother, puttering around the yard. He was very active still mowing the lawn raking etc. he was still driving and like to go on rides with my mother. Today he went into the hospital he was pretty much fine. He complained of a stomachache during the day. That evening he told my mother he needed help and was in excruciating pain. It was the stomach. He was brought to the hospital by ambulance where we found out he had a pancreatitis attack. He was not aware he had pancreatitis and I never had an attack before. The change just hours of him was so scary. He couldn't eat because of his stomach he was on a lot of pain medication and basically was just not really with it when he was in the hospital. He showed great signs of improvement and I hopes were all up. He aspirated vomit and got pneumonia. Two weeks to the day of him going into the hospital I got a call early in the morning that I needed to get to the hospital that my dad was not doing well. On September 23 my father passed surrounded by his family and loved ones. I don't even know how to explain how I'm feeling. I can't believe he's gone. He was fine then two weeks later he was gone. I have a very hard time understanding why and how this could happen. I don't think I've come to terms with that yet. I come from a very close knit family my mom and dad are my best friends and heroes. I could never imagine the pain that I am feeling now. He was my daddy and I was daddy's little girl. I have a brother seven years older than me and his sister eight years older than me. So I was kind of like the only child from the time I was about seven or eight because my sister and brother were out doing their own thing. I had a very special relationship with my parents as did my sister and brother. I don't know what to do with myself. The last two days have been the hardest days for me since he passed. I don't understand that I should've been crying the way I am now when he first past and I feel guilty that I wasn't. I have made a pillow out of one of his shirts and keep it very close along with the picture of him that is very special to me. I don't even know what I'm looking for or what ask from this group. Right now I guess I would just like Support and maybe from your experience answers to how I'm feeling. I miss my daddy so much. I am 48 years old and yes I called in my daddy which she will forever be.