Over the weekend, my mom and I had a long conversation about my dad, and how my siblings and I handled his sickness and death. (Sorry, Mom. This is going to be another column that makes you sad.) Mom said that it was a shock to her that Dad's death hit me so hard - I was just a few weeks shy of my 25th birthday when Dad died, I was the oldest of my four siblings, and she had assumed that I'd known that Dad was dying. She wondered if there was anything she and Dad could have done to better prepare me or to ease the pain of his loss.