December 26, 2007. The day my whole world came crashing down. It had started out with a simple back pain. How had it come to this? My dad has cancer. He has six months to live. No, this couldn’t be true. He was as strong as an ox, never sick a day in his life. My dad has cancer. Is this true? It must be a dream.
It wasn’t a dream. December 21,2008. Exactly three hundred and sixty days later, he was gone.
I stood there and watched as he took his last breath. I called 911, but there was… Continue