He's Gone

My Father's Fight with Esophageal Cancer was such a horrific thing to watch. He was so hungry, he was trying to take care of all he could before he had to move on. He didn't want my mom to have so much burden to bare.
Five years ago I too became a Widow. So I knew what my Mom was going to be up against with her emotions and grief. We grieved for our father as we watched him fight an amazing fight. What a brave man. Now we grief in a sense for our own selves for the memories that won't be. No matter your age, when you lose one of the main, solid, comforting people in your life it creates rollercoaster of emotions. Sometimes I feel like his 10 year old little girl as I weep and cuss and then move forward. Its not getting easier and I miss him terribly. 🦋