Jul
13
My father, my brother, my friend
There is no easy way to say write this. After fighting Lung Cancer for over 6 months, my Father, my Brother, my Friend, passed away at the age of 59.
I haven’t shared the fact that we as a family were struggling with this earlier because I wanted to focus exclusively on giving him all the care and the attention he deserved, which is why everything else in my life had to be “paused”.
I know a lot of you didn’t had the chance to know my Dad, and frankly trying to fit him into any type of description would be as unfair as trying to paint a rainbow with only one crayon. Nevertheless, I would like to give it a try.
Many people come and go from this world without leaving any trace. They are the ones who save money and plan. The lukewarm man next to you in line who is simply waiting for you to step forward when requested. Not my Dad. He was something else.
At the service a lady who my dad went to school with came and said to me: “Your dad was the worse student I ever met, but he also was best buddy I ever had”
He taught me what heroes are made of. How to go in and do what you have to do even when you’re alone, scared and in pain.
As I sat next to his bed through the painful stages of this stupid disease, I saw an amazing human being teaching me how precious life is. I didn’t saw a pale, bald, slow man before me. I saw a father, a brother, a friend. The person who once taught me to always do sober, what you said you’d do drunk.
Thank you for everything Dad, thank you for making me the father, the brother and the friend I am today and most importantly, for giving me a lifetime of teachings to pass to your grandson.
UPDATE: I received this email this morning and I thought it would be nice to share it with you.
