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Losing a parent is terrible, no matter whether slow or fast. My mother and I went bowling one Wednesday morning. She was 66. Early the next morning she had indigestion. I took her to the hospital because she was throwing up. They sent her to a special hospital immediately for surgery as she had an aneurysm in her stomach and died on the operating table. It was so quick we were all in shock for quite a while. When my dad was 82 my sister (56) died of breast cancer. I watched him die slowly for a year. A month after his 83rd birthday he was in the hospital (for 2 weeks), weak, but not having any particular problems. We arranged for him to leave there and go to a home on a Friday for physical therapy. He died at midnight, Thursday, in his sleep. I was not glad that he was dead, but I was glad his year of misery was over. I miss my parents very much, but I am glad they are not here to see me suffer with PD. I had symptoms for some time before going to the doctor. My children are trying to watch out for me and help me as much as they can. I love them very much. don't forget how to laugh Marling [log in to unmask] (work) or [log in to unmask]