I have physically been pronounced dead twice in my life, once as a child when I drowned, once as a teen when I accidentally overdosed on diet pills. Death has never frightened me, just made me want to live my life to the fullest while I’m breathing.
This year my dad was diagnosed with leukemia. My father is and always will be my hero. I am the person I am today because of my father. He has given me wisdom to live by, encouraged me to be strong and independent, been there for me in my most difficult times, helped me to see the beauty inside myself when I couldn't, and cheered me on when I've done well. He is an amazing man. I know death is one day inevitable, as it is for all of us, but still…I don’t want him to go.
How selfish is that of me?
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