My Hero

My dad, my best friend, my hero suffered with PD for 13 years. He passed away on June 5th surrounded by his loving family at home. He used to cry and be in pain with his legs and back he would look at me and say don’t ever cry when I die I can’t take living like this anymore. I thought I could be strong enough but I cry every day it sounds selfish of me but I miss seeing and talking to him every day. My mom was his main caregiver she was an amazing woman. 57 years of marriage shows me what it means in sickness and health. Towards the end he started doing things he never remembered doing and when she told him he would always say he was sorry and he wouldn’t know what he’d do without her. I wish they would find a cure for this disgusting disease.

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