I'm 38, and my dad passed when I was 9 of Lou Gehrigs' Disease. Which I found out when I was older was called ALS (Amyotrophic lateral sclerosis).
As a kid, I wasn't told much of anything. All I knew was he was home more often.
So for me, one night, I went to bed and he was there. Then I woke up to us girls standing there while our preachers wife tells us he was gone.
I still miss him, every day.