My difficult child's dad died on April Fools Day, from throat cancer that spread to his lungs, and brain. He was 47 years old. Terrible Terrible thing to watch. He loved fishing and hunting and anything to do with dogs and fresh air and gardening. He loved to drink and smoke and have a good time. difficult child seems to be handling it well, she was there when he died and stayed with him in the hospital for a few days sleeping on the cot in his room. She is handling the grief pretty well, or it just hasn't really hit her yet. I don't know what to expect. She seems mad at me, and she has gone to her old foster home to spend the night last night. I am just going to let her grieve her own way, and hopefully she will open up to me more and not shut me out. Trying not to take it personally!! I have to keep remembering she's not really mad at you. She's just mad.