There’s never an easy way to talk about the loss of a loved one. It never feels like the right time. But when is the right time? You feel like you’re cheating yourself and deceiving others by not talking about it, but when you do you’re lost for words.

Time certainly wasn’t on our side in February when Sharon’s dad had been officially diagnosed with cancer, however we knew something wasn’t right months prior. He had lost a lot of weight, he wasn’t eating much and there was a cough that didn’t seem to budge. Textbook symptoms when you look back. It then crept up on us so quickly, that when we saw Sharon’s dad for the first time in several months it really was like a truck had hit us.

But February came and we got the answer we already knew. He was dying, and fast. The doctor told him he had eight months to live max. We were crushed. Eight months was not long enough to say goodbye. To squeeze in all those things you’ve been meaning to do all those years. Chemotherapy was an option, however due to the severity of the cancer and how ill he was already, Sharon’s dad made the decision not to take the treatment.

We had until October.

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