The last breath

The last breath

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This is a story about the experience I had on the 24th of October 2012 where unfortunately my great granddad lost his battle to cancer. I was only nine years old when I watched my great grandfather die slowly & suffer. This story basically sums up what happened from my perspective. It was very difficult having to watch him die and losing him, early hours in the morning at the hospital.
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There's no easy way to say this, so let's just get it out of the way: this is the story of how my son died. There. Like ripping off the Band-Aid. Not easy or painless, but quick. Unlike ripping off a Band-Aid, though, that pain doesn't fade. It leaves a scar. It's something that follows you around, day after day, twisting its way through every moment and every interaction. It's something that defines you. You lose a bit of yourself when something like that happens, and I don't mean just the actual loss of your own flesh and blood. For me, I stopped being a dad. I spent years and years as a dad, and then he died and I wasn't a dad anymore.

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