I've been trying to figure out what I should do, or who I should tell about my week, and I finally came up with the idea to blog about it. I figure that only the people who care about me most will be the ones to read it, and those people are the only ones I want to know what happened, so here it is: My dad passed away on Sunday. I know this is going to be hard to believe, but I really am ok. He has been in ICU for about half a month, so I was prepared. I realize now that it was happening gradually, but Heavenly Father was helping me to forgive him and soften my heart toward him. My dad has never been a huge part of my life, which was my choice, but I love him all the same. He has taught me more than I think he even knew, and those life lessons will never change. When I was young, he would take me on father-daughter dates, which I adored. I loved being the center of attention to him, and that tradition will be something that carries on when I am married and have kids of my own. For those of you who do not know: my dad was 500 lbs, which is another reason I was prepared. I have been expecting this for years. A person cannot live the way he did and expect to live a normal life-span. I am especially grateful, though, to have the extra years that I have had with him.