My Daddy was never supposed to make it to 50. He was really my step-dad, but he raised me. He was the only person I could depend on. When he was in the navy as a young man, he fueled airplanes. He got soaked in the fuel, which, at the time, contained harful chemicals. He became very sick. On November 17, 2011 my mother and I had to rush to Ohio from Alabama to see him. He was dying. He had been for a long time. He became unconscious late afternoon one November 19, 2011. The 20th was his birthday. He passed away just past noon on November 21, 2011. It was the day after his birthday. He regained consciousness moments before he died... My daddy died looking in my eyes. It's all I see when I close my eyes.. I barely sleep anymore. I'm only 15. I don't know how to handle this. He's never going to see me graduate. I'm never going to hear him say "I love you, pumpkin," ever again. I just want my daddy back..