Losing My Best Friend — My Dad

2016 was supposed to be a year filled with pride and joy for me. In January 2016, we found out my dad had a brain tumor. In February, we got him a puppy, but the brain tumor had paralyzed half his body, so he couldn’t do anything with the new puppy. By March, the low-grade, slow-growing tumor that we were told was not malignant turned out to be the worst news of our lives.

My dad, who had just turned 60 in October 2015, had glioblastoma. Six months. In a matter of six months, our lives changed forever. My dad got to see me graduate with my bachelor’s in criminal justice with a minor in legal studies in May 2016. He passed away in July 2016.

I can’t begin to explain the massive pain and hole in my heart from losing my best friend. He won’t get to see my kids grow up, he won’t get to be there when I buy a house, he won’t get to see my nephew graduate college. All it took was 6 months for this tumor to completely ruin our lives. I wish he were here now because the pain and hurt that stayed is overwhelming.

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