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  I sat and thought about what to do knowing that something wasn't right. The calls weren't returned-- So I started studying because I knew that soon I'd be away the images of my dad lying in the bed writhing in pain and the antiseptic smells of the hospital raced through my mind. it's a vicious killer - cancer For weeks I had cried and now the Tears didn't come easily, or at all-- they were gone, used, spent on the hospital floor the inevitable soon became a reality My Mom and brother arrived with a knock on my dorm door Not a word was spoken-- As they stood in the entryway their presence and their faces told it all. I asked anyway, "Did he pass?" They simply nodded Quickly I prepared for the three hour drive and the week ahead then Without a tear we left - my father had to be laid to rest        

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