I Lost Someone I Loved to Cancer

On the 13th of this month, it will have been a year since I lost my father to liver cancer. Granted, he drank his way there, but it doesn’t hurt any less. Ever since watching him take his last breath, I have been traumatized. Not a day goes by where I don’t still think back to that moment and ask myself if there was something more I could have done to motivate him to stay on the sober track. I know I shouldn’t live in the past, but it just keeps coming back, and sometimes I can still hear his voice.

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uncalled4 · 56-60, M

My dad just kinda did what he wanted to do. He didn't feel like getting his hips replaced or doing any kind of exercise, so he didn't and now he's not here. It is what it is. Sorry to hear.

PoisonLace · 41-45, F

My dad did what he wanted as well. He didn’t want to listen to anyone’s advice on why he should stop drinking, and basically said “I’m an adult, and no one can tell me what to do. This is what I want.” Of course, that’s how the addict mind works. And he never tried to change for himself, he always changed for other people, but ended up going back to the alcohol. It’s sad. I read his old letters and wonder where it all went wrong because I read about how much he felt like rehab was helping him, and that he felt so much better. There was a lot of promise in those letters, and I can’t help but wonder what made him go back and stay on the bad track. But...I can’t ask him now. 😞@uncalled4

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