When Cancer took my father

Back in 2005 my dad was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer. At the time I was only in 7th grade. I couldnt really do much for him during that time. He fought long and hard and beat cancer. It takes 5 years for someone to be completely Cancer free after treatment. My mom kept this black note book where she documented everything that happened to my dad. Well for my dad 5 year he took the family to Hawaii. While we were there my mom brakes out that black book, and says your father has leukaemia. This time its worse. The last couple months of 2011 they had to live at Stanford for his treatments. My mom called me one night asking about medical marijuana and the effects of it. My dad isnt a smoker nor did he care for weed that much. When the cancer took over more and the treatments got ridiculous. My dad had a super hard time eating. I ended up buying all the medicated peanut butter cups at my fav dispensary and gave it to my mom for my father to eat so he could eat. Once Feb 2012 rolled around. The doctors at Stanford told us theres nothing else they can do. So my parent's came back home. We tried to make my dad as comfortable as we could. It was rough. On May 10th 2012 my dad was non responsive. He could hear us and understand us but he couldnt speak. The last couple hours my dad had left scarred me for the rest of my life. All of the fam and some of his friends came over the last couple hours. I literally watch my dad take his last breaths before he passed. I cant even explain how upset.... This May marks 7 years my dad has been gone and I miss him everyday. RiP daddy #FUCKCANCER