On Sunday, September 19th, I said my good-byes to my dad. These past few days have been very difficult. He always thought he was going to beat this cancer. We thought if anyone could, it would be him. He is finally beginning to accept that he's not going to make it, but not before he has lost the ability to communicate with us. He tried to tell me something as I was saying good-bye, he tried with everything he had. I could not understand the thoughts and words he wanted me to know. The other day my brother Jon and I, were talking to him about death. We shed a lot of tears. He doesn't want to die. He is mourning the future he will never have here. We are mourning what our lives will be like without him. I know that my dad's time is very short now. It was hard to leave and go home. I cried the whole drive back to Vegas. It is hard to believe that I won't be there for the end, after so much time caring for him.
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