Hi folks,
My father who lived in Calgary Alberts, Canada passed away exactly two years ago today. He had prostate cancer fourty odd years ago and it came back. He was 93 but he put up one heck of a fight. Several time my brothers and sisters over there were told to expect the worst but dad wasnt going to go util he was good and ready and proved the doctors wrong many times. I was and still am so very proud of him , his strenght and determination.
I live in the South of England and as my wife had many health problems, I felt I could not risk leaving her on her own despite her telling me to go. I would never have forgiven myself if anything had happened to her. I was torn between wanting to see my father one last time and supporting my brothers and sisters and on the other hand, looking after my wife. I believe I made the right decision.
In one way it was an easy decision but in outher rspects it was also a hard one For I do regret only being able to see him once for a month when my wife first pushed me into finding him.
Thinking of you today dad, your son loving Brian.
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