Today I’ve left Miami, five weeks from arriving for a short visit to see my dad. We knew his cancer had become more challenging but did not expect the decline that occurred after my arrival. In just a few days he was in the hospital. Then five days later in hospice. About nine days later we were preparing funeral arrangements. It all flew by us. In those last weeks my dad was never alone. One of us was with him day or night. Cousins and friends came to see him. His partner and her family. His granddaughter. Her fiancé. My…