My dad was a good guy. He taught me to tie a tie and how to hit a baseball. When I would visit he would ask me if I wanted to go hit a bucket of balls at the driving range. I always said no thanks. I really regret that now. He suffered a stroke Tuesday night and within hours it had caused him to be on a respirator with a morhpine drip. Wednesday afternoon the family decided that because he didn't want to be left on life support and because the prognosis was not good for surgery, that the respirator would be removed. He passed peacefully less than thrity minutes later. I am thankful that he was not in any pain. But I miss him. Go out and hit that bucket of balls with your dad when he asks. Even though he's kinda joking because he knows you don't golf and you have a bum shoulder. Go do it. You'll be happy you did. bob I'm really sorry for your loss. I went through a very similar situation. Dad died a few years ago (when I was 19). He always wanted to go out, play golf, get outdoors, spend time together, but I was too much of a dick to appreciate it.