My Dad has always been really fit and well, the past year hes been ill on and off and last month he was diagnosed with terminal cancer, apparently its very aggressive and has spread from his bladder to his bones and lungs.
The picture I have of my Dad in my head isn't him anymore, he looks like hes aged 20 years.
I'm heartbroken, I never imagined I'd lose my Dad anytime soon, I never thought my Mum would have to grow old without him by her side.
I always pictured him "there", at weddings, being silly with future Grandkids, him and my Mum looking after each other in old age.
I'm saddened for my Mum, Dad can do so little for himself suddenly and shes became his carer, shes tired and stressed with their day-to-struggles.