It still doesn't seem real. Still.
Since getting home I keep feeling like I should be doing something. Something different. Something that matters.
What made it really strange was to see all his friends at the funeral and realize how young he really was...far too young to die.
He was diagnosed with Non-Hodgkins Lymphoma in the Spring. In November he was having trouble walking and after a bad fall ended up in the hospital. They found he had a huge mass on his spine. They couldn't operate because it was too intertwined with nerves and bone and such. It began to squeeze things and made it so he couldn't walk. They told him then that he had 2-6 weeks to live. We prayed that they were wrong and that a miracle would happen.
We were grateful he was able to come home at Christmas and spend Christmas at home. He ended up going back to the hospital on January 21 after realizing he had a particularly bad bladder infection. They thought he'd be there for a week. However, he didn't get to come home. Eight days later he passed away.
Oh how we'll miss him.....
We love you dad.