For Christmas I want my daddy back
September 22, 2009 the world was robbed of one of the greatest human beings. My Father passed away at the young age of 62 after a 2 year battle with cancer. A battle the doctors said he will not win and they made sure of that.
In December 2007, just 2 months after his first long-awaited grandchild was born, doctors told him he had cancer and had "at best 3-6 months left". He refused to believe that and fought hard to kick this disease where it counts. 18 months later his second grandhild was born and he was over the moon. He said these babies are what will cure my disease.
He was a happy and wonderful man. Always smiling, laughing, whistling and telling jokes. He was fighting this disease and we were all happy, except his doctors. He was proving them wrong and they didn't like that.
My father was a blessing to this world. He loved life, his family and his friends. All he wanted in life was to be happy and his family to be healthy. He was loved by many, and with good reason, he truly was wonderful.
In August 2009, doctors decided to do a "procedure" which will help him (he didn't need help, he was living a normal life with no chemo/radiaiton or surgery). He went in thinking all was normal. After the "procedure", he fell ill, went into palliative care, and eventually passed away.
All the while in the hospital, he was telling jokes and his famous stories. He was even talking about his plans after he left the hospital, like building a doll house for his granddaughter. Well, he did leave the hospital but not the way he wanted.
My children were robbed of their grandfather and I was robbed of my father, for reasons that are still unknown. I am so hurt and confused, as I am not getting any answers. Doctors just say it was a coincidence that he got sick after the "procedure" and he didn't have much time left anyway.
I refuse to believe that, as I watched him fight. He was doing so good, now he's gone. I miss him dearly and it just doesn't seem fair. He waited so long for these babies, and now he's gone. He only got to enjoy them for a short time. I cry every day. I want him back, but I know it's not possible. Why do bad things happen?
Daddy, I miss you and you are my christmas wish!