He was 60. Pancreatic cancer.
I'm fine, we knew it was stage 4 and his time was limited, and he died peacefully. Last time I saw him he was in great spirits, it's how I want to remember him.
I'm struggling with the dreams. I have vivid dreams anyway and lately he's been there most nights. Last night he was sitting in his usual seat and only I knew he was there. I knew he was dead and kept asking myself is this real? is he alive? I blew him a kiss and woke up.
His funeral is next week. Not sure how to get through it.