My Dad passed away after about three months of struggling with unknown issues to having a stroke and finding out he had cancer. The last two months were filled with ups and downs waiting to hear good and bad news. Each week was a another chance of hope.
When the decision was made to move to hospice care he knew it wouldn't be long. He made sure to tell me he loved me and that he wasn't afraid to die. That was all I needed. There were many nights of crying and praying. Sometimes I was praying for a miracle but most of the time I was praying for strength for myself and my family.
The past two weeks seem to have gone by really slow. Each day felt like a week. It was exhausting. The sadness, tears, and pain took their turns coming and going. With all the sadness though there were some wonderful things that happened too. Family that hadn't spoken in years came together to ask each other for forgiveness and put differences aside. Family that didn't have to do anything helped us with food when feeding ourselves was the last thing on our mind and helped us with funeral preparations when we ran into obstacles. It was amazing to see family and friends come out to pay their last respect to my father.
My father was a truly humble man. He would help out who ever needed help. He gave people 2nd, 3rd and 4th chances. He was proud of his family and took care of us the only way he knew how. He was a great story teller and had one hell of a smile. Even in his last days he was still trying to crack jokes. I love my dad with all my heart. I was his princess. I'll never forget him.
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