I lost my dad to cancer
in July 1984. I was only a year and 10 months old. He had cancer of his stomach and from there it spread. I don't remember him but I wish I did. It still hurts to know that I could've had a dad that really loved me. I always wanted to know what that felt like. But I guess that God has a plan for everything. I may not understand it now, but there is nothing I can do about it anyways.