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.