My father passed away at 5 a.m. this morning. It has been more or less four months since he was diagnosed with stage four lung cancer and multiple sclerosis. Seeing his brilliant mind wasting away everyday wasn't easy. Missing his voice and watching him playing with his grandchildren is something I don't think I can get over with. I know it's the hardest on my mom for she and him had been inseparable through 40 years of marriage. All I know is I will miss our early morning religious debates over breakfast.
There is really nothing more to say at this point. I don't really wish for him to be kept alive by machines. It's just delaying the inevitable and for what? He couldn't even see, hear, or recognize any of us anymore after two months of diagnosis. The doctor said that it's fortunate that he couldn't feel pain. It made things easier to bear.
It will get easier with time, I know that. But right now I grieve with my family. Knowing that I shall never see my dad again.