The lengthy voyage of battle ended with the appearance of the morning star in the eastern sky, signaling the beginning of a new day free of tremendous anguish and suffering. He didn’t say a word as dawn broke around him. At long last, he knew the way to his final resting place. His death occurred at first light on February 12. It’s been over a month and the pain is still unbearable.
Gene passed away a year after being diagnosed with terminal Stage 4 prostate cancer. His last words on his deathbed were filled with so much love and respect for his family that recalling them now is one of the saddest and toughest things anyone could face. He remained aware of everything around him until the very end, and it was heartbreaking to see someone I care about decline like that. I could sense his growing fatigue, and despite all our efforts, I’m just not ready to say goodbye. He left us just two days before Valentine’s Day, a time when we had so many plans. Coming to terms with his absence is incredibly hard. Saying goodbye is truly the worst part.
Grieving is tough because it constantly brings back painful memories. I often feel overwhelmed with the urge to cry. Whether it takes a year or a lifetime, the ache of losing someone dear will never fade. I can’t help but reminisce about the wonderful moments we shared, the family trips we took both near and far, his kindness and generosity, and the love he had for us. I can still feel his gentle presence, which makes moving forward feel impossible. I know I won’t fully heal from missing him until we’re reunited again.

Nearby bedside in those final days
Losing someone you love can be incredibly heartbreaking; it feels like my whole world has turned upside down. Right now, I’m in a tough spot, trying to find my way back to normal while grappling with the pain of loss and the shock that comes with it. The stress has taken a toll on my health, making it hard to eat and sleep. Starting over after losing him feels daunting, and I know it’ll take a lot of time and effort to get back on my feet. As time passes, I hope the pain will ease. I find my hope and love in God, and I trust Him completely. He’s always there for us, even in our darkest moments. Living means embracing life, but I need more time to grieve properly. Please give me the strength to keep going; letting go is really hard. In the midst of my sadness, I’m seeking words of comfort and encouragement to help me find my balance again.
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