After the most difficult week fighting to survive my loving and caring Dad passed away yesterday morning. He had been diagnosed with stomach cancer that had spread to the liver in Aug 2017. The cancer was spreading too quickly but he kept fighting even up until the last few hours. I know deep down he had to pass, there’s no way he could have survived the aggressive nature of his cancer and no one should have to go through what he has been through. I stayed by his bed side caring for him with my Mum and brother for the last 7 days and was there for every moment with or without sleep, I know this would make him proud and that there is nothing we as a family could have done more of - my Mum and brother were so brave. We held his hands and walked with him to the end, at his pace, making sure he was comfortable and knew how deeply we loved and cared for him. In the last 24 hours I have cried so hard and felt like I couldn’t breathe, it all hurts so much. I feel so numb this morning. I am so scared of what I have seen and experienced that I can’t go there in my mind. My Dad is my parent but also one of my best friends, he was the first one I’d call with any news or if I had a question or needed some advice. I loved him so much. He was so such an amazing Dad and friend, I am so lucky. Writing this has brought tears to my eyes, which I needed but I feel this empty void in my chest. I don’t want to block anything out and be numb.
