I posted two years ago positive about my dad being able to survive his diagnosis but nothing seemed to go right and the cancer spread to his leg and in the end everywhere I lost him in such a short space of time and saw him go from being with family at Christmas to in a bed downstairs not knowing where he was I'm only 19 and I often feel my self joking about the situation to try and make my self feel better but deep down I have a soul ripping pain knowing I will never speak or see him again and I find it hard to talk to my family about it as I tend to not show emotions in front of people and let it out later at night when I'm alone. Life will never be the same and I always have the thought at the back of my mind
