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“You should have told him. Told him what? That you loved him”. That statement really hit me like a ton of bricks because ever since childhood I was really close to my father. We shared a lot of memories together we used to go to baseball games, the park, ....

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.... old I did not quite understand what was going on with my father’s health. I saw my father go from a well-built six foot two inch construction worker to a skinny very sick man. My mother pulled me aside one day about a week after we all found out he was terminally ill and explained to me what was going to happen. The next day I went to go see him at the hospital. The minute I saw him I started to cry he grabbed my hand and told me “stop crying it’s not that bad “ The family tried to convince him to get the treatment he needed to stay alive a while longer but he refused. He passed away a month later. One thing my father asked me was ....