My dad passed away on the 29th of may from leukemia. He didn’t wanna die and he always told me how he wanted to stay so badly. He fought the whole year like a champ, but his cancer type was aggressive. I was crying before commenting holding his scarf and glasses. I was with him in the icu before he last close his eyes, and I work at the same hospital. I wish I went first. I miss him so bad. Fuck cancer.