Loss of my greatest protector
My dad past away last month from cancer. His death was unexpected in that he was the most active and hard-working person I knew. It took only 5 weeks from the day of diagnosis for his life to end.
When I look back at the memories that I have with my dad I am at a loss for words. My dad has always been my greatest protector and supporter. He used to call me everyday and ask how I am. Each phone call would end with: if you ever need something call me.
I am not romanticizing when I look back. I always knew that he loved me very much. Everyone knew we were very close. I would come home on the weekends just to see my father because we had that type of bond.
And he literally gave me everything he could. He worked hard and sacrificed for me. He was a family man and his family was always his top priority. His one wish in life was to see me graduate and he always used to say that once he witnessed that he could die happy. Unfortunately, he never got to see it.
And as the days pass by the grief grows stronger. Time does not heal the pain. Our moments together have slipped from my hands and I literally feel empty.
I hope that me sharing my experience can be of aid to others. I know that one day I will find happiness again and try to live without him. I was lucky enough to have a very loving father-- and I know I was not entitled to keep him forever. The truth is that death is inevitable-- it must happen. No matter how much time I got with him, I would have never been ready to live without him.