On June 4th 2019 my intelligent, amazing, beautiful dad died. He had stage 3 lung cancer when diagnosed and died just 10 weeks later. I remember reading posts like the one I’m writing now when we found out he was ill, and always looking at the best case scenario’s and thinking yeah he’s going to make it like that person, and when reading one like mine Id close of the tab and pretend like that wasn’t an option. How surreal it is now typing this out Is like this all must be a seriously bad dream. I’m only 24, me my dad and my boyfriend lived together at home, my mum moved out when I was 20 and my brother moved out to live with his girlfriend so it’s always been me and my dad and then me my dad and my boyfriend. I feel as though part of me has gone with him, these things shouldn’t happen to 24 year olds what about when I have children, get married or have a question for him?. Most of my friends are doing and being normal 24 year olds and I know I’ll never be that way as I’ve had to go through something that has and Will change me forever, of course we are all going to feel this pain one day for our parent but at least if it’s old age you don’t feel cheated of your time you should have had together. It’s scary to think the chances are I’ll live longer without my dad than with him (physically here). I love and miss my dad so much. Some days the pain hurts so much I just wish we could be together because what’s the point in living when we’re all going to die anyway?.. and then other days I am positive because I know he’d want me to be happy. Sunday just gone we picked up his ashes ... and now his ashes are in his wardrobe .. my mind just thinks how is my dad in a box in his wardrobe? It’s too painful and too shocking to even consider wondering how people really deal with this loss, I mean yeah I can go to work and take my mind of it but when you stop it all comes back ... is this what forever will be like now? Thanks to whoever takes time to read this.. feeling abit of relief to just get that of my chest.