Yes, my dad passed away... He had been fighting his cancer for three years now and I haven't cried till towards the very end. I had hope, a hope that damed up my tears for the longest time. My father was such a strong man that the prospect of him writing in pain, choking to death never crossed my mind. But still...

He fought so hard for us but he doesn't need to hold on any longer. He is resting now, something he hasn't been able to do ever since he was plagued with his disease. He never deserved such pain. He worked so hard to come this far and died not knowing the warmth of a family... I'm sorry dad...

My family fought over him like a piece of meat as he lay on his final days but in the end...no one got any... Love is not measured in nickels and dimes but in experiences and memories.

This event has taught me a lesson I will never forget, a lesson on grieving and sadness, on love and sacrifice, on pain and suffering, on loss and gain, on maturity and strength and finally on family and friends...

Thank you my friends who gave me the strength to get through this. Thank you for caring though it was easiest just to ignore me and abandon me. Thank you for reviving the sleeping strength within my heart that now overflows with joy. Though I may still hear his screams and remember his writhing figure, I know he will never have to feel such things ever again... Not ever again.

Thank you Dad... Have a safe trip.