This time last year my Dad was healthy, very active and always on the go, then he started to feel ill at the end of last year, two months ago he was told he had Cancer and months to live, not long after he was told it had became weeks to live, and he very quickly went downhill, now we're told it'll be any day.
I knew this was coming, but it hasn't prepared me in the slightest, its heartbreaking to see him as he is now, and equally awful to see my devastated Mum.
Hes my Dad, and theres so much I want to talk to him about, so much I want him to tell me about, and its too late.
I can't stop crying.