He died of stage 4 lung cancer that spread through his body, seemingly very rapidly. Covid prevented us from getting proper check-ups, and doctors didn't feel like it was necessary to make exceptions either. To the last of it, most of medics that failed us so greatly, claimed there's nothing wrong with a man who couldn't walk for almost half a year by then, and complain of absolutely constant pain in his side, where his lung was rotting. He was 60 years old, loved to fish and pick mushrooms in autumn. Didn't particularly like to eat the latter ones, but mum and I didn't complain, we both love the forest bounty. Fish is a whole other story though, since we all love fish. For father's day this year, even though he was barely walking anymore, I asked him what he'd like, and he asked for another annual fisher's permit, as was our tradition by then. He fully expected to use it. I fully expected him to get better too... He also enjoyed what little gardening he could do at home. Mostly by