9 years, 4 hours and 5 minutes ago, my Dad passed away from pancreatic cancer.  Our family was all gathered around his bed in the wee hours of the morning watching him take his last breath of life. And when he did take that last breath, I said goodbye to my Dad’s physical body…along with so many hopes and dreams I had for a future with him. Several days before my Dad died, I was able to talk to him in his hospital room. Just him and I.  I was so scared to do it because I didn’t want to say goodbye. I will always thank my sister for pushing me to…