My father's birthday is this week, he'll be 86. He's always been pretty healthy. Even in his 70s, he was still pretty active and going to the gym. But in the last few years, his health has declined rapidly. It's more than apparent that his time here on earth is short. This is a difficult thing to accept. I know he is saved, and he will go to a much better place. Still, it's not a day I'm looking forward to. I feel like a cloud is hanging over me. I have never lost anyone close before, and I think he will be the first. The hardest part is accepting that your parents will not be around forever, in this life anyway.