Welcome to my memorial page to my father.
My dad was the the best friend I have ever had, he was always there when I needed him. We were very close and I use to always say, I don't know what I would do without him.
In September of 1993 he started not to feel well, and mind you my dad never got sick. So he planned a vacation for the whole family and rented a house at the shore. He told us he wanted to go away before he goes into the hospital for his test's.And my dad never liked to go to the shore. I kind of got worried like he knew something ans was not telling us. But I just didn't think about anything bad right yet. We had such a good time it was so nice for all of us to be together, yet it was a little hectic all of us being in one house, but we had to deal with it, it was only for 10 day's.
Well after we got home dad went into the hospital a couple of day's later and got his test's. A day or so later we got the test result back and they were not good, they said he had colen cancer, But they also felt that if they can remove he would be fine, just go threw some treatments.So they went in and removed it.
Well we didn't know that my dad waited so long to tell us what has been going on to make him go to the doctor's. So when they operated to remove the tumor, they seen that it spread to his liver and was bad. We asked my dad when this started and he said for a long time. Why daddy did you wait so long :( I ask that all the time, because I feel if he didn't wait he would be here with me now.
Anyway a couple months later they told us there was nothing they can do, just treat him with chemo and see what happens. Well he was diagnosed in September on 1993 and died in October 1994. It was not long. And it was the worst year of my life. I went to my dad's all the time to see him and just sat with him and talked.Then one night I was there in his bedroom sitting with him and he turned to me and said. Donna I love you so much and gave me a kiss and went to sleep. Well he was on so much med's that at this time he did nothing but sleep.
The next day, Mom calls me and tell's me the bad news.Dad was gone. Oh my goodness, I felt lost, I cried so much it hurt. What am I going to do without my father. I could not believe it, so I went to the house and just layed in his bed feeling him right there and hoping he can feel me too.
Mom said that right before he died he told her to go get him a glass of water, so she went and when she came back he was gone. We believe that he knew it was going to happen and didn't want her there to see it.
I will always remember the great memories we had.they will never die. It's funny, he would always hold my hand when we crossed the street, and here I was an adult, But I never did mind it from him, I always took his hand. After all I was his little girl no matter how old I was.
St. Anthony, St. Anthony,
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Jesus said; "I am the resurrection and the life; whoever believes in me, though they die, yet shall they live, and whoever lives and believes in me shall never die."
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