My father had been battling lung cancer since last October. A few weeks ago we discovered that the cancer had spread to his brain. On may 8th Kim and I were married. My father died in his sleep this past Wedesday (May 18th). He had a great time at our wedding and at the dinner afterward he truly seemed to be having a great time, that was the last time I saw him alive. We drank pints of Guiness and Newcastle and everyone just hung out. The day before his passing my Mother told me that he could not remember our wedding, did not know where his mother was nor if she was alive or dead. While I will miss him, I am glad that he is not suffering any longer. Watching him deteriorate was much more difficult than dealing with the loss has been. I was trying to get him to go see the new Star Wars movie when it came out. Obviously, he did not make it to the film. Yesterday I went and saw it for both of us and even left a seat open for him, in case he wanted to come down and join me. Afterward I went and had the Rebel Alliance symbol from Star Wars tattooed on my lower back in his honor. The tattoo looks great and I know he would like it. We didn't always see eye to eye, but in the last few years we became close. Part of what drew us together was our love of Sci-fi and horror. I hope they show kick-ass movies in heaven non-stop, and I am confident there is no suffering. Someday we will meet again.