I am very sad.
As many of you know my father passed away October 3 at around 2am.
Always thought of my father as a strong person.
It was hard to see him getting weaker as the Cancer advanced.
It was very hard to see him on his last days.
Yet we got to talk and make peace. Not that there were many things pending to make peace on. But we got to say good bye.
When the moment came, in the middle of the night, when I was told that he was finally gone, I didn't cry a sense of relief and peace. No more needles. No more tests. No more procedures.
So I am sad, yet I'm relieved. I take confort in that he is not suffering. I take confort in the knowledge that he is watching over us.
As I told people several times during the funeral:
"My Dad is cured now"