I can't put in words how broken my family feels. My dad is very ill. My dad. The best man, the best father, grandpa, brother, uncle, friend, role model. My home will never be whole again; it will simply be a house now. My dad brought life and love into my home. He was the happiness and patience in our family. He fought for so long to be strong for his family. We need him so much. I'm not sure what, or how we are going to get through these tough times. Stability will no longer be felt in my family. I'm scared of what may come ahead. I'm not sure how my family will get by. His love and support carries us. I'm broken. And I'm not sure what else I can do to help besides asking for some financial help so my family won't have to financially suffer.