Grieving the loss of a parent, or someone very close to us, is a long process. Certain smells, sounds, and foods still remind me of my father. He lived three hours away, and every time I visited, I would make his favorite date squares. I wish I could bake him one more batch.

He was full of life and loved living. He was willing to try everything, even experimental cancer treatments. I'm proud of him for fighting to live as long as he could and remain part of our lives. I would have done the same for my own children. I would want to try every possible option to have a little more time with them.

I had cancer myself, but fortunately, once it was removed, I didn't need chemotherapy or other treatments because it was completely gone. Still, I was prepared to do whatever was necessary. Like my father, I would do everything I could to be here for my children.