Well the story goes my dad was unwell in February the day after my birthday since then until two weeks he fought bowel cancer. I cared for him with my sister and didn’t even matter about not seeing friends or having a holiday it was a almighty given we have to be there for him. We lost my mum 9 years ago that was dad. Dad has fought illnesses the last 15 years but was always ok with his heart he always overcome it. Even though we were told stage 4 and no operation. I guess I cried all those times in private so he didn’t realise how much it hurt. But I had to be strong for him so September was the worst been told there was nothing else they could do after Ben told maybe a year you think it’s not long enough. He was given two weeks but that lasted five weeks where two weeks ago today he passed which he wasn’t in a nice state because the cancer had spread to all his organs but he was a fighter I’m so proud of him. He kept talking to my mum which made it worse. It is his funeral on Monday I’m at a loss I can’t cry anymore I still think he is here and it’s until I can’t phone him it hits me even though I have friends and family I feel alone and don’t know how I am going to keep going. It’s sounds daft but I am sick of people saying keep strong I have been strong for 9 months and don’t know how much more I can take. Sorry guys just needed to get it off my chest. Thanks for listening x
