I came across this tonight while putting off my work due here. It's a well-written piece by Tony Woodlief about his daughter Caroline:
"You have been leaving a little at a time: first your hair, then your smile, then your words. How can you be my little girl without them? But I know you are; you feel the same when I carry you, close - so I don't have to look. I have to carry you, until the pain is so bad that we can't go anywhere except to sleep, in our big bed, but the sleep is always too short, for you are in a hurry.
You are trapped behind your swollen, twisted face, and I can't set you free. Your body is a battlefield between disease and medicine, the only question is which will take you first But you have other questions, as you stare up at me, as you moan from pain, as you wheeze from the morphine. I try to answer them, I try to sing them away, but my voice betrays me.
And in the end, you leave so suddenly, as everyone does. One sigh, then two, then none. You always went to get your shoes when you saw I was leaving. Now it's my turn to wonder why I can't come with you."
The story can be found here:
http://www.bansheestudios.net/suddenfiction/050102_woodlief.htm With Caroline's story found here:
http://woodliecaroline.blogspot.com/ I found this while admiring pictures of his beautiful daughter here:
http://www.tonywoodlief.com/archives/000990.html (at the bottom of the page)
OK, good reading there, enough links from me
I was too caught up in how sad it was to see the perspective of what all of you were referring to! I know what you're talking about now!! 
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