The first death I experienced was my Grandad, he lived with us. He suffered with dementia so he didn't really speak to us very much as he lived in his own world. He was very elderly so when he died It was almost a release for him. Obviously, we were all very upset but there was no shock in a 92yr old passing away. We are quite a pragmatic family, death is one of the only certainties in life. However, when my father died I was bereft. He was diagnosed with stage 4 liver cancer, the result of heavy drinking (armed forces lifestyle) and uncontrolled diabetes. He was diagnosed on the 8th Feb 2018, he asked his doctors if he would see his birthday on 10 March, they told him they didn't know. He deteriorated quite quickly but I knew he wanted to reach his birthday. About 10 days before his birthday he asked me how old he was, I said you are still 75, you've got 10 days left till your birthday. On the day of his birthday he had been heavily sedated with midazolam (to prevent terminal restlessness) but we had a little party for him and gave him cards. I read them all out to him, kissed him and told him he had reached his goal. I got a call from his nurse later that evening telling me she thought he was close to death and if I wanted to be with him I should get there soon. We got there, he watched as we entered his room, he saw that we were all there and he passed away within 20 minutes of us getting there, exactly 76 years after he was born. It has given me much comfort that he reached his goal and that he chose to spend his final moments with us. My dad's death affected me greatly, he was always larger than life and very present in every moment, to lose him was absolutely awful but I know he wanted to go, he was ready. We laughed and cried with him so much in that last month, even though he was quite often not lucid he cracked jokes and tried to make us laugh. I miss him but he's still with me, because I will always feel the love he had for me. I re-live conversations and feelings and moments I had with him so he will always live within me. A lot of my friends and my boyfriend thought I might fall apart when he passed away but as I said before, death is a certainty, there's no getting away from it, if we know love, we know pain and I would rather have had love in my life than never feel pain or grief.