My dad

Its only been 2 months
But its still so hard
Its so weird
To think hes gone
We think about him everyday
The feeling of loss
Will no go away
No one was ready for
Him to leave
It was all to quick
But you could tell
How sick he was
Even though he was so ill,
He still was making jokes
And tried to be happy
But in the end
It got the better of him
He got so tired and weak
All he wanted to do was sleep.
But he never stopped trying
He tried ‘til the end.
We will never forget him.
My DAD.
Our FRIEND.