Cancer Sucks...

So my dad died... February 12th at 2 pm and I miss him. I miss him every day.

I keep waiting to "snap out of it" but that isn't happening.
I cry. I cry a lot, but alone. Always alone.

 I'm not sure how I'm supposed to get past this, or even if I ever will, but I keep trying.


In June of last year, right before one of my niece's graduation, my parents told me... Pancreatic Cancer... But "we aren't going to tell your sisters until after Z's party... SH ruined her b-day... no way are we raining on this parade..."

 Dr. said maybe a year... but terminal... 3 months if untreated, but always Dad's choice... 
not enough time... never enough time...

My hero is gone... the strongest man I knew, the one I looked up to... and my heart is broken. I miss you daddy... I miss you every day.