The story about my dad's death actually begins on Mon., Sept. 8th of this year.  My parents were out to visit my fiancee & myself, & after a wonderful weekend together, we all went to bed early, knowing that mom & dad had to be at the airport early to catch their flight home.  

At about 3 a.m., mom knocked on the door of my & Tom's (my fiancee) bedroom & told us that dad was really quite sick.  We got up, took one look at dad & promptly called 911.  He was…