Eight Years This Weekend.

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Yep, it's that time of year again. That anniversary. Eight years ago, my Dad went into cardiac arrest after his lung cancer spread (including to his brain). They put him in a medically induced coma and on life support. Eight years ago tomorrow, it was confirmed that it was lung cancer and that he wasn't going to make it. Eight years ago Sunday, we made the decision to take him off life support, and he passed away that evening. I don't think I need to get into every detail because I do that yearly. It's clear that the week I lost my Daddy was the hardest week of my life. The hardest week of my Mom's life, and the hardest week of my loved ones' lives. Sometimes it feels like it just happened, and sometimes it feels like it's been longer than eight years. I'm grateful for the time we had with him, and I know he's watching over us. However, there are times I get frustrated and angry when I think about how long it's been and how there are still so many more years to come without him. It'll never change. *Sigh* :( We'll be okay and be there for one another as needed, but any prayers and good vibes would be nice, but if you want. I'm doing okay at this moment, but that doesn't mean that I don't think about him or miss him. There's so much I'd love to tell him. I'm going to get back to work. Stay safe and take care, everyone. Photo Credit: My Dad and me. We snapped this picture with my sister at a Christmas party in 2008. I just made a copy and cropped it down (and she's welcome to do the same).