Jack,
I too, lost my father a couple of months ago, to cancer. I know how hard it was for you, although I wasn't able to be there the whole time like you were. We had a small service at the house, just his friends, mom and us kids. One of his friends, a minister, read this, and I thought it was very comforting and so I will pass it on to you:
Gone From My Sight
Henry Van Dyke
I am standing upon the seashore.
A ship at my side spreads her white sails to the morning breeze and starts for the blue ocean.
She is an object of beauty and strength.
I stand and watch her until at length she hangs like a speck of white cloud
just where the sea and sky come to mingle with each other.
Then someone at my side says: There, she is gone!
Gone where?
Gone from my sight. That is all.
She is just as large in mast and hull and spar as she was when she left my side
and she is just as able to bear her load of living freight to her destined port.
Her diminished size is in me, not in her.
And just at the moment when someone at my side says: There, she is gone!
there are other eyes watching her coming,
and other voices ready to take up the glad shout:
Here she comes!
And that is dying.