Afternoon all,
I don’t really know why I’ve come on today, having a tearful day. I lost my beautiful Dad in February 2022 to Lung Cancer, we are just past the 7 months mark. I think about him 24/7, I miss him so much, I still can’t believe he isn’t here and as time goes on it doesn’t get easier, the more we do the harder it is because he isn’t here to do it all with us.
I keep thinking about the rough time he had from diagnosis to losing him, he went through so much. He was diagnosed in June 2021. We all spent the last few days with him at the hospital, we watched him take his last breaths and it was hardest, most heartbreaking, cruelest situation I have ever witnessed and he deserved so much better. My Mum and Dad were together 53 years and it was their 50th wedding anniversary in May, she now lives alone. We talk about him all the time, we have photos all around and we make sure he is part of our daily lives. I wish more than anything he was here. I never thought I would lose my Dad at 38.
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