My Father Doesn't Have Cancer Anymore.

Yesterday, October 4th of 2017, a Wednesday, my father went home to be with his God.

He was fifty-eight years of age. The last six of them he had spent fighting cancer, struggling every day as that horrible disease slowly robbed him of his strength, his independence, and in the end, his mind, but never his peace, or his will to fight.

I only hope that when it is my time to die, I may go with half as much peace and dignity as I saw in his eyes the last time we ever spoke.

The world has lost a good man, I have lost my father, and Heaven has a new angel.

Rest in peace, Dad, at least until I get there to bother you like I always did. My only comfort is the knowledge I will see you again.

I love you.