Six years ago, I spent my final Father's Day with my dad. Later that week, he fell for the first time. After picking him up from the floor and making sure he had everything he needed in reach, I remember calling my best friend in hysterics because I know dad only had a week left to live—one of those gut feelings.

That Friday (I think, my memory of the whole thing is murky), I found him dead in his bathroom. The paramedic told me he died due to complications from Multiple Sclerosis, a degenerative disease of the brain and central nervous system.

He was alone when he died, and I don't want anyone to find their fathers or mothers the way I did.

If you can find it in your heart, please donate to the National Multiple Sclerosis Society. The organization helps MS patients, raises MS awareness, and so much more.

Thanks for reading.