My dad has had cancer for a year now and needed to get surgery on thursday. Everything was still okay friday. They told us that he will not live for a long time but I guess we had all hoped he'd at least get to christmas. He had requested to see my brother and me on saturday morning just to speak to us one last time and see us again. In the morning the hospital called though and told us that we should hurry up because he might not survive the morning. We spent his last hours with him eventhough he couldn't respond anymore and was basically kept alive by the medication.
I don't know how to cope with this all, I have school to attend and exam season coming up but I cannot focus on anything else than helping my family through this loss. I thought I would have much more time with him, thought we could still fullfill some of his plans like watching the new Star Wars Movie in December. All of this vanished into thin air and I don't want to awknowledge it. I need my father and am heartbroken that he never had the chance to really see us again. What was even worse is that my mum told me how proud he was of my brother and me after we got back some of our grades. I would do anything to just have the time to speak with him and tell him how much he really meant to me. I am only 16 and now have to try keep my family together.
I am broken.
