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"Rest in peace dad, 19th February 1956 - 23rd September 2016. We all miss you."

It's late spring 2015. I'm walking home from the bus stop on the road, when I have to step to the side because of an ambulance speeding past. As it speeds down my road, I pray to god that it's not going to stop at my house. What I feared was the reality. When I finally got home, my mother told me that my father had suffered a seizure, and had to be taken to the hospital. By the end of the week, he had been diagnosed with a brain tumor. The doctors said that he had three months to live. His tumor was removed, and he had then been diagnosed with a condition that caused the now-empty space in his brain cavity to fill up with brain fluid, which would cause serious behavior twists. He had problems doing anything with his left side, whether it was walking or handling stuff with his hands. Despite that, he kept living. He refused to give up.

12th of September 2016. It's my 16th birthday, and little do I know that this is the last time I will ever see my father. The day after, my mother and I leave for Stockholm where I will continue my high school studies, whereas my father was so brave that he insisted on staying and being taken care of by our neighbors. But that wasn't enough. A few days later, he suffers another seizure, and falls into a coma. We immediately traveled down again to visit him and make sure that he would be okay. Unfortunately, he passed away at 11PM on September 23rd. His ashes have since been spread in the Baltic Sea.

This last year has been extremely difficult for my mother and I. We have moved to Stockholm, and everything around here is new for me (My mother has lived here for 8 years before, working for television), new school, new friends, etc, etc. And then we've both had a hard time letting go of my father's death and moving on. Today it has been one year since he passed away. He was an extremely important person in my life, the one who raised me, the one I'd spend my free time with. We had many interests in common, and we sure we wouldn't miss out on any of it. You could say that he was my best friend. I will never forget what he meant to me, and I intend on keeping his memories close to me. Never forget.

Make sure you do everything you want with your life, before it's gone.
Take care, and I'll see you guys in the next artwork.

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"Rest in peace dad, 19th February 1956 - 23rd September 2016. We all miss you."

It's late spring 2015. I'm walking home from the bus stop on the road, when I have to step to the side because of an ambulance speeding past. As it speeds down my road, I pray to god that it's not going to stop at my house. What I feared was the reality. When I finally got home, my mother told me that my father had suffered a seizure, and had to be taken to the hospital. By the end of the week, he had been diagnosed with a brain tumor. The doctors said that he had three months to live. His tumor was removed, and he had then been diagnosed with a condition that caused the now-empty space in his brain cavity to fill up with brain fluid, which would cause serious behavior twists. He had problems doing anything with his left side, whether it was walking or handling stuff with his hands. Despite that, he kept living. He refused to give up.

12th of September 2016. It's my 16th birthday, and little do I know that this is the last time I will ever see my father. The day after, my mother and I leave for Stockholm where I will continue my high school studies, whereas my father was so brave that he insisted on staying and being taken care of by our neighbors. But that wasn't enough. A few days later, he suffers another seizure, and falls into a coma. We immediately traveled down again to visit him and make sure that he would be okay. Unfortunately, he passed away at 11PM on September 23rd. His ashes have since been spread in the Baltic Sea.

This last year has been extremely difficult for my mother and I. We have moved to Stockholm, and everything around here is new for me (My mother has lived here for 8 years before, working for television), new school, new friends, etc, etc. And then we've both had a hard time letting go of my father's death and moving on. Today it has been one year since he passed away. He was an extremely important person in my life, the one who raised me, the one I'd spend my free time with. We had many interests in common, and we sure we wouldn't miss out on any of it. You could say that he was my best friend. I will never forget what he meant to me, and I intend on keeping his memories close to me. Never forget.

Make sure you do everything you want with your life, before it's gone.
Take care, and I'll see you guys in the next artwork.