Memories of PanCan

[u/ragazza_sfuggente]

It’s been seven years since my dad passed. Not a single day has passed where I don’t shed a tear when I think of him. His journey from a Stage IV diagnosis to his passing was quick, and I helped my mom in his caregiving. It was pain but there was joyful moments in the thick of it. To this day I remain grateful I could care for him as I did. One day seven years ago I shared a special moment with him and my brother. It was simple. It was after work and we made our daily visit and we were laughing and crying together, holding his hand and sharing memories in his medical bed. My mom was in another room preparing his medicines. He was lucid, and he was connected which at the end stage is fleeting. Well, once I got home I added that moment to my calendar. I was in my late 30s back then and knew over time as my memory fades in memories of him that I would likely forget such a special moment. That was seven years ago today. He passed just 11 days later. Every year since, I get this reminder and it brings me joy.

For everyone on here in the thick of it, I just wanted to extend my support from afar, whether it’s in your active caregiving or in your grief. Strength in numbers. 💜🎗️