Three years ago today my Dad lost his battle with cancer. I miss him more than words can ever say. But I’m more at peace with it this year than I have been since he passed. I’m not so mad at the world and the circumstances that brought us to finding out he had liver cancer and didn’t have long left to live. I’m not mad at him for leaving us even though it was something that was beyond his control. It still hurts slightly not knowing if he heard me say goodbye.
Even though my eyes tear up at writing this, there no longer is a built up pressure in my chest that I refuse to unleash because I’m scared to let go. I’m more accepting of what happened than I could have been three years ago. But it’ll never change how much I miss him and what he meant to me. He was a fascinating person and a brilliant Dad.
Rest in peace Papa T.