Late last year, I learned that my father is dying from cancer, which has spread throughout his body. The end can come any day now; it is tough to process. I’ve never written a eulogy; the memories flow hot and cold. I don’t know what to say, so I will quietly remember the best he had to offer.
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David is a writer and blogger who enjoys creating literary expressions about everyday life. He is a published poet and currently doing reviews, creative writing, and storytelling. David's interests include narrating point-of-view scenarios, documenting non-fiction, and writing scripts for film and television.
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