My father passed away on the 19th. It's been a week since his passing. He died nine days before my birthday. Life has it's cruelest moments, and it seems to love to share them with me. Joke's on you life, I'm a cancer survivor, I'll keep surviving and making it through whatever you throw at me. Doesn't mean it's painless. It hurts. It did hurt. But I'll be 100% better in time. I just wish we were more of an active part of each other's lives instead of him feeling like a stranger to me.