It was the summer of 2020 and I was in my final year of college.

My dad was in the hospital recovering from cancer surgery, and my mother was struggling to pay the bills.

As the holidays approached, I decided that it was time for my dad to die.

It was my first time to say goodbye to him.

It’s a moment I’ll never forget.

When I went to pick him up, he said something that will live with me forever.

He said, “I’m so glad you’re not going to live to see the end of this,” and he died.

I knew then that he was going to tell me about his final moments.

I went down to the hospital and found out that he had been transferred to a different hospital, and I went there too.

I saw my dad every day and tried to talk to him, but I couldn’t get a word in.

I felt really alone.

I thought about what he’d said to me, but it was just a blank feeling.

I couldn.

When I got home from school, I got a text message from my dad.

He was at home, but he said, I need to talk.

He asked me, what’s the problem?

I said, my dad died.

He looked at me and said, you know, I don’t want to talk about it.

I was devastated.

I had never really been in that place where I’d been so alone and had been so broken up about my dad, but that night I decided to try and reach out to him through text messages.

His voice sounded so familiar.

I looked at the words on my phone and I saw his face.

I’m just going to say it, he told me.

“This is how I feel about you.

I love you.

And this is what I hope to say to you at the end.

This is what you want.

And I love what I’m doing right now.”

I don’t know if that was his last words, or if it was his message, but his words were like a reminder of my dad and his death.

When he left, I couldn