My dad died a week ago and my heart is broken. He was diagnosed in early November with the most aggressive type of brain tumour there is. He fought till the very end but I had to help care for him in his final months. It's taken so much from me. I've barely been eating. I wasn't sleeping for days at a time and every time my phone dinged I shot up scared out of my mind. I'm so fed up of everyone saying the same thing of "it's going to get better" and "he's at peace" I know all this but I can't help feeling like this. I'm so angry. I'm angry that there's no treatment for the type of cancer he had. I'm angry that I couldn't do anything to stop it. I'm angry at myself for being upset and making everyone else feel worse. I don't want to do anything anymore. I have exams this month and I've barely remembered anything because these past few weeks he's constantly been on my mind. I want to feel happy and celebrate his life but I can't ignore the fact that he's gone. I just miss my dad so much. I would do anything to have him with me still.
