Watching a parent die makes you angry, angry that you're larger than life superhero was given a death sentence and that you were handed front row seats to helplessly watch.
I was given a gift, the opportunity to sit with my dad hold the strong hand that held mine my entire life. My protector, my hero, my first love. My best friend in the whole wide world. Nothing was left unsaid. My father died knowing how much I loved him and vice versa.
When your parent finally finds peace, you realize that your parent is still teaching you about life.
Only now, you are learning about life without your dying parent.
And it’s a new kind of hell.