Remembering...

My Dad
I know exactly the pain of how you feel. However, I did not lose my dad to cancer. I lost him when I was 6 years old. He died of complications from a car accident which he was paralysed from the neck down. He lived about 30 days after the accident. A blood clot that had traveled is what actually killed him. I was not allowed to see him because I was too young. He was not there for my 6th birthday and died 5 days after. He died on his sister's birthday. Wow, what a birthday present for her. I have very few if at all memories about him, but I do know that he loved my mom, sister, and me. He would have loved his grandkids if he was able to see them. I know my life would have been better if the accident hasn't happened at all. I was daddy's little girl. Up until I graduated high school, I laid in my bed many many nights crying cause I needed him and missed him. I wonder what my life would have been like if that did not happen to him. The worst of it is, I did not get a chance to tell him goodbye and I loved him. Last time I saw him, it was goodbye forever. My first and horrible experience of death at only 6 years old. Till this day, I have never forgotten the pain of that day. I only know my dad by the stories I am told. This is my story. Point is that you are not alone. My mom never re-married.