Lung Cancer took my father not too long ago on the day I never wanted to see. I was told he was gone on my way to say hello. My heart dropped into my stomach and the tears began to fall but I knew I had to be strong. I held my head high and smiled but inside I was dying. I would cry myself to sleep at night just to stop the pain but not matter how hard I tried it would not go away. The day finally came to say our final good byes but that day seemed to last forever and I just wanted to die. I wanted to be with my dad, to sing and laugh with him. But I knew that was not to be. The lord had took my father and wasn't ready for me. My father told me one thing before he passed and it will always be in my heart. He said to never give up the fight right before it starts. So with those words I decided to stay and live my life happily until my dying day.