We lost my dad on the 27th. He was so young. I'm so angry.
I'm angry he had a rare cancer. Angry with the lack of care he received in hospital. Angry that he was lonely. Angry that God took him away from us so early. Angry I didn't get to say goodbye.
I'm also scared. Cancer doesn't discriminate. Who will be next. I just keep praying not my child.
This is so exhausting.
