My Daddy Died
On Monday, December 15, 2025, at 11:48 AM, my daddy took his last breath with my sister and I by his side.
I never thought I’d say this so soon. I never thought by 25, I’d be saying goodbye to him forever. And ever. Everything he’s ever taught me must suffice for the rest of my life, because I’ll never be able to ask for anymore advice or life lessons.
All of the memories he’s given me must suffice, and while he’s given me countless of those, I beg God for me to remember them with clarity. I beg God to let me remember his voice, his laugh, the way his face and body looked and acted before the cancer took over.
As of right now, his last few days keep replaying in my head. I’ll save details but he suffered until hospice came in. I can’t help but feel like I’ve let him down, that I didn’t step in as his POA (power of attorney) and called hospice in sooner. He took care of me my entire life, and I feel like I let him down when he needed me to care for him.
His heart was strong. You could tell that if it weren’t for the cancer, his heart would’ve had 20 more years, at least. I feel cheated out of those 20 years.
That morning, we could tell by his breathing that it was soon. My older sister and I gathered around his bed and told him how great he was, that we’ll be okay. We knew he was holding on for us. He was all we had, and he knew it. He put up such a long and courageous fight for his girls.
We told him how much we loved him and how thankful we are of him.
My daddy was so good, heaven couldn’t wait.
I just wish God gave us more time. You always wish for more time.
I never thought I’d say this so soon. I never thought by 25, I’d be saying goodbye to him forever. And ever. Everything he’s ever taught me must suffice for the rest of my life, because I’ll never be able to ask for anymore advice or life lessons.
All of the memories he’s given me must suffice, and while he’s given me countless of those, I beg God for me to remember them with clarity. I beg God to let me remember his voice, his laugh, the way his face and body looked and acted before the cancer took over.
As of right now, his last few days keep replaying in my head. I’ll save details but he suffered until hospice came in. I can’t help but feel like I’ve let him down, that I didn’t step in as his POA (power of attorney) and called hospice in sooner. He took care of me my entire life, and I feel like I let him down when he needed me to care for him.
His heart was strong. You could tell that if it weren’t for the cancer, his heart would’ve had 20 more years, at least. I feel cheated out of those 20 years.
That morning, we could tell by his breathing that it was soon. My older sister and I gathered around his bed and told him how great he was, that we’ll be okay. We knew he was holding on for us. He was all we had, and he knew it. He put up such a long and courageous fight for his girls.
We told him how much we loved him and how thankful we are of him.
My daddy was so good, heaven couldn’t wait.
I just wish God gave us more time. You always wish for more time.
