Thanks for the replies. I really appreciate it.
I'm also sorry to hear about your experiences.
It was kind of a shock for us, because we really didn't know how bad it was. He was down in Texas for the winter, and he wasn't telling us everything. He told us the doctors suspected Cancer, but they had not confirmed it yet. Every time we called him to find out information, he would just say "I have to go back to the doctor for more tests".
My brother and I were planing to go down and bring him back for treatment, once we found out the situation. My father had different plans however. After not hearing from him for a few days, I called down to have him checked on. Then I got a call from the police, and that's when I knew. He had died a few days earlier and was all alone. That's the really hard part, knowing he was alone.
We really had no idea it would be so quick. We were thinking worse case, a few months, not weeks. It wasn't until we flew down there the next day, found his medical records, and talked to his doctors that we knew what he knew. He had two tumors on his liver, one 3 inches and one 1.5 inches. His liver was pretty much shut down. The doctors told us they wanted to admit him into the hospital for treatment, and to make his last days easier, but he refused. He wanted to do it his way.
He was born on 2/15/1934, and he died on 2/15/2006.