Do you think I handled this right?

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My dad on March 31,2001 found out he had lung cancer and I was his health care proxy so I am the one that had to deliver the news along with my mom and sisters. I called everyone together and we discussed things that he could do. My dad looked at me with tears in his eyes and said that is why he chose me because he knew I would not beat around the bush and make selfish decisions. I asked if he would like to take the chance for them to remove the cancer, he said darlin if they open me up I will die real quick.(this is what happened to my grandfather) I respected his wishes. I aked about kemo and his response was what kind of quality life would I have going through that, once again I respected him for his honesty. Then the question came "How long do I have?" I bit my lip and my eyes watered as I told him the doctors said he has about 9 months. He started rubbing his lung area and said but it doesnt hurt. I said daddy they have been wrong before, they do not have this down to an exact science. He just smiled and said Princess the day I die I want you to celebrate my new life. On august 3,2001 I had just closed our restaurant and was on the way home. My sister called crying and screaming daddy was at the hospital and she thinks he had a stroke. I rushed right over and they were all outside crying. I ran in and spoke to the doctor the cancer had spread to daddys brain. I went in the room and he was dilusional. My mother crying he did not recognize any of us. Now I was faced with lots of decisions. I spoke to the doctor in length and he said with dialisis daddy had one month, without it maybe a couple of weeks. He also said the longer we keep him hanging on he would experience pain. We brought daddy home and watched him closely, we called the whole family to let them know. two days later daddy came back to enjoy the rest of his life. I discussed whether he wanted to continue dialisis he said no. For that whole month we were together as a huge family. The younger kids were saying Papa can not die he promised to take us fishing. I went to the local pet store and explained my dilema and how we had to make sure the kids had closure. I got a kiddy pool and the pet store owner supplied the water and the fish. The children got to fish with Papa. He enjoyed lobster with his siblings and told many stories of his past both good and bad. We video taped it all for the memories how wonderful his emd of life here was. My daddy died at his home surrounded with everyone of his family members telling him to go and build our new home and we will all meet up with him. He left with all the love we had. My daddy had no pain when he left, he died with a smile on his face. I feel his presence around me all the time and I know when I am dealing with things that I feel are to much he takes the burden from my heart and helps me to make our family happy and whole. Do you think I handled it right?