My father passed away this holiday season. Cancer finally took him away. He was fifty years old, and less than a week from his birthday. He died peacefully, well as peaceful as you can get considering he was suffering from cancer. We were all by his bedside, just as he would have wanted.
Although we knew it was coming, it still was not easy. I mean, I was close to my father. We were like two peas in a pod. And it always seemed that it would be split, me and dad against mom and my brother. Now it's me with my brother against my mom. He went so fast, I just wished he was still here. Rest in peace dad. And keep those we love safe. |
