My father who was so strong is now dying.
He has cancer and I can't stop crying.
But for his sake, I must be strong.
He's become feeble and he won't live very long.
As I hold his hand, tears come to my eyes.
It's going to tear me apart when he dies.
What it all comes down to is that I love this man.
I'm going to make his last days as pleasant as I can.
He took care of me when I was a child and now I'm returning the favor.
The relationship between a father and son is special and should be savored.