My Dad died last night from esophageal cancer. His transition from life to death took 7 days. It was a hard battle. I always imagined there would be something spiritual about the process but there wasn’t. It was suffering and hard and my Dad fought bravely through it.

My Dad was always mentally sharp and observant and remained this way until the end. On the last day he wanted so badly to communicate with us but couldn’t. I’m so glad he made it to the other side of this suffering. Today I’m just sad for all the things he will miss out on. All the things we will do and enjoy that he would have loved. Feels so unfair that we’re all here but he isn’t. He will be missed.