Valentine’s Day 2017 was one of the most devastating days of my life. Without any warning, without any signs, without any notice, my father passed away.  More than three years later, I recall every detail of my mother’s frantic call to tell me when she couldn’t find my dad.  I remember scrambling to the car with my husband and our then two and four-year-old children, the long drive from New York to Massachusetts, stuck in traffic, my daughter repeatedly vomiting all over me, then walking up the garage stairs into the house very late in the evening, praying that my father would be alive at home waiting for us. He was not.