My father died this morning after a vicious battle with prostate and colon cancer.
These cancers are a horrible disease tearing through my family, and my Dad is the latest victim of it. I alternate between feeling sad and numb. My brother just fell apart completely, bless his heart.
This is the person I am most like in the world. I get some of my best qualities from him, (and also some of my worst!) and I am who I am because of him. I've always admired my Daddy, right, wrong, good or bad. I'm very proud to be like him.
He's the one who taught me how to fish, fight and fix cars. But also, to still be a proper little lady.
I'm just glad now that he's no longer in pain, because in the end, he couldn't even eat or digest food anymore and had to rely on a colostomy bag. Cancer tore him apart. Before the cancer, diabetes saw him lose a leg. It's been a rough past 6 years or so for him, so now I will be glad to see him finally rest in peace.
I won't be blogging for a few days or more, so please understand. I might still come out here and drop, though, because reading other's blogs will at least take my mind off this.
Rest in peace, Daddy. I will always love you.