You have not felt a broken heart until you have heard your larger than life heroic father scream in pain.
Watching a parent die is excruciating, watching a parent die who is also your best friend is hell on earth. For four years we searched for someone to help my father. Someone with a miracle, someone to give him some sort of quality of life. I spoke to my father several times a day, visited at least once a week. With each visit I witnessed him slowly dying. As my dad’s sickness stole pieces of him, pieces of me were dying as well.