A fighter to the very end.
These are the words that come to my mind when I think of my father, or papi as my siblings and I call him.
For five years my dad fought the arduous battle that so many before him, and after him, have fought. Three weeks ago our papi succumbed to the cancer he bravely faced each day for all of those years. It wasn’t because he didn’t have the will, it is simply that a body can only take so much.
Like the millions of people out there that have been through this, there are so many feelings and questions. Why did he get cancer, why did he have to suffer so much? It just wasn’t fair. Cancer stole so much from my father, and from all of his loved ones too. I refuse to let my father’s memory be overshadowed by his disease, my father was so much more than that.