One night a couple of weeks after Jeff had gone back to college I woke to hear my Dad saying my mother's name. I assumed he was sleeping, but it was heartbreaking. I made my way downstairs and crept into his bed. He was very much asleep and was laying on his left side. I cuddled up behind him and put my arm around him and slept like a baby.

Upon waking, Daddy shook me and asked, "Pammy, why are you in this bed?" He sounded a little perturbed. I explained that I couldn't sleep and I just needed to be near him. I started crying and he held me....