Until the day he died, I never imagined that my father would stop breathing.
Pancreatic cancer, which has a low survival rate, was discovered early and operated quickly.
He said that stage 2 pancreatic cancer is rarely found, and the attending doctor boasted that it was a matter of luck and that nothing would happen as long as the surgery was performed.
3 years of illness after surgery.
How difficult was it? How much did it hurt?
Until just two months ago, we made vague travel plans, saying we would exercise together, eat together, and go on a trip abroad when things got better.
But he really lost over 20 kg in two months.
Even though he looked like a bony person, he smiled and talked to me until two days before he passed away, saying that he would see my wedding.
The day before he passed away, he ate mango ice cream and smiled and said it was delicious.
And the next day he stopped breathing.
I couldn’t watch him die. I believed in the will to life that my father showed.
I cried during the induction ceremony and collapsed from exhaustion. The father appears to be just sleeping, but it is said that he has passed away.
I cried for the entire three-day market. I cried again when my father was buried deep in the ground.
When I came to my senses, two weeks had already passed and I still hadn’t sent my father away.
I feel like my father will always come home smiling as if nothing happened.
I laugh because I can’t believe my father passed away.
I miss you dad.