My father had a cold and a cough that would not get better. I had just had a friend die very suddenly, and she had a cough that would not go away either. I told my stepmother to take him to a doctor, that it just didn't feel right to me, and he was diagnosed with lung cancer in July and died three months later. It was so sudden, he had not smoked in 25 years, and my stepmom and I wonder if he had gotten a chest x-ray a year or two before if they would have caught it. I flew to Arizona to spend time with him, and I am so grateful for that time. I miss my dad, I was a daddy's girl, and I think about him every day.