just last month I was notified that my father, who is not only my father but my hero and my best friend, was diagnosed with liver disease. Not even an hour later, I got a call that my daddy was in the hospital, had received a blood transfusion, and had lost a lot of blood and was unable to talk. I rushed to ### to be with him and I was seeing my daddy on his death bed, and it hurt so bad. He was unable to see and was unable to talk, and his legs were hugely swollen, and his stomach was huge, and he was just laying there not knowing where he was. I walked in, I wanted to pass out or burst into tears seeing him like that. He was trying to talk to me, and he couldn't talk, and I let him know I needed him and I love him. I would have to see...