Daddy, I love you, please don't die.  Please fight and get strong and live.  Please fight through it to come out and have a relaxing old age.  Please stay with me so I can visit more often.  Please stay long enough to see proof that I made it okay.  Please stay long enough for me to help support you and Mom.  Daddy, don't go.  I'm not old enough.  I'll never be old enough to lose you.  Please fight.  I've already missed you so much because you're far away.  I've already needed more time and if you go I'll never get it.  I'm selfish, but I want you to live.  You should have a relaxing old age filled with buffet breakfasts, lunches, and dinners.  You should enjoy every moment and not have to wonder if you'll have enough water or money or propane or gas for the car.  You should have a real house.  You worked so hard, you deserve to have a wonderful decade...or two...at the end.  Daddy, I miss you.  I love you.  I need my Daddy.  I should be able to take care of you.  To give you a vacation.  To give you a new car.  To give you dinner.  To bake you chocolate chip cookies.  To do you "a flavor" and get you ice cream again.  To watch Shirley Temple and Marx Brothers movies.  To read the Sunday funnies.  Please don't be lonely.  I am here.  I will keep you company.  You won't be alone.  I'll go with you.

I wanted to call today, but thought it was too soon, or that I might disturb you, or that I might interrupt you and Mom.  I will call tomorrow because I can't stand it and I'm so scared I'll miss you.  You'll never see this here, but I still shout it to the Universe: I love you, Daddy!  Thank you for my life and the part of your life you gave me.  I am grateful.  I am not done.  I can't lose you yet.  Not yet.  Please stay.  Please.