Rest In Peace

        My dad was an amazing person. He had such a good sense of humour that was still present up until his last 10 minutes. It isn't fair that he was taken from us, and it feels like we didn't get enough time with him, however, it would probably never feel like enough time.
        I loved my dad so much, he meant the world to me, and he still does. There aren't enough words to describe the amount of pain that I'm going through, as I'm sure everyone who also loved him is.
         He affected so many people. He wasn't just a fatehr, he was a brother, son, nephew, cousin, husband, boyfriend, uncle, friend, godfather, employee and best friend. He was loved by a lot of people which shows how special he was to everyone. I miss my dad a lot, I'll never forget him. I know he'll always be in our thoughts and prayers.
         To me, my dad wasn't just a father but also my hero. He was so unbelievably strong, I only wish that I could be half as strong as him. In my eyes, no man, or anyone will ever compare to him, he's irreplacable. He taught me so many things, told me stories, kept me safe, and in the end it isn't about the time amount of things he bought me, but all the little things that, no matter what, I'll always be thankful for and will always remember.
         This whole situation doesn't seem real. How could someone who means so much to so many people, and was too young, pass away? I never thought I would loose my dad at this age, mine and his. No one could ever be able to explain what it feels like to find out your parent is really sick. Having numerous talks about the future and the inevitable, instead of what happened durring the week at my school or his work. Or not being able to visit him because he's too sick. I never imagined or even thought that I would be going shopping for clothes that I would be wearing to my dads funeral, or writing him a letter while he's in the hospital letting him know how i feel, and now at his funeral, talking about my late dad.
          Nothing could ever express what it feels like to walk into a house I know he will never step into again, and search for pictures that will be displayed at his fuenral or getting the house, I grew up in, ready to be put on the market, to be sold to some stranger, and than proceeding to visit my dad, who would only be alive for a couple more hours. Something I'll never forget though is watching someone i love so much slowly die over a course of months, and within 10 minutes just pass away. Hearing the last noise he ever made will haunt me for the rest of my life.
           Memories fill my mind from when i was little, to just last week. I only wish there could be more, but i know there never will be. But it's okay becase he's not in pain anymore, he's finaly at peace. He's in a better place which is what's important. I admire my dad so much, and I'll miss him forever. It wont be easy but eventualy we'll be able to get through this together, which is what he would've wanted.
          I love you dad.