Day 45 Dad Thirteen years ago today my dad died in my arms. I slept in the room with him his last night. About 3 in the morning when his breathing started getting ragged I crawled into bed with him and cradled him for his last 4 hours alive. It was an intense intimate experience, hands on with death and the absolute powerless feeling that you are exposed to. He didn’t have any words as he was knocked out by a little chemical the afternoon before. He just didn’t regain consciousness and slept the rest of his life away. We were in Bellingham, WA, on the third floor of the medical center in the death with dignity wing when it happened. I remember looking out the window at the fresh snow that fell during the evening and I felt like I was the only person on the planet. It looked and felt barren. I was alone with my dad, more alone than I ever felt. I laid on his chest and sobbed and hugged him and rubbed him so he would warm up. I told him he was a good dad and