Late last night it finally happened, there was nothing else the doctors could do for him, his body was just to far gone and to weak to keep up with things. He didn't suffer thankfully do to the medications he was on, and he was able to be awake for the most part during the entire thing, till his eyes closed one last time.

We were all there, my uncle, aunt, my mother and my son. We sat with him till the end, and I cried so hard. All I kept thinking about was how I would never see him again, just like my oldest who passed away last year. I cried even harder when he gripped my hand so tightly, and spoke to me in the best words that he could. "I'll make sure to look after little James, I wont be lonely."

I broke down, I just broke down, and it hurts so much right now. I know people lose loved ones every day, and I know there will be a day when I lose more, or they may even lose me. But in so many ways I'm happy, so happy to have had my son for the time that I had him with me, for being born into this world by my father and mother. I respect him so much, all the things he had done for me, for my kids. Despite his health slowly declining he would always think about me and my son more than anything.

I just hope that some day I can be as strong as he was, and as good of a father as he was to me. He was my hero and he still is my hero. I'm also sorry for my random typing on here, on this journal. But right now I just want to share my feelings with others, not to have those feel sorry for me, or to have people saying they wish the best. I just want to tell the world what an amazing man he was, what he means to me, and what I hope your parents might mean to you all as well.

Fights happen, arguments, even long periods of anger and silence. But the fact remains, your parents are your parents, be they biological and raised you, or those who were so close to you like family and took care of you, or a kind pair, or a single person who adopted you. Those people, those amazing fantastic people who gave it their all to make sure that you had a roof over your head, food on the table and so desperately struggled to make sure you would have a better life then they had.

That, that right there is what I define a hero. Never take those people for granted, never let time stretch so far and feelings fall so thin that you forget what those special some ones mean to you, and never let them forget how much you love them. Because as sad as this truth is, there is always that risk that the next time you see them, there is that possibility that could be the final time you see them, and let them know how much they mean to you.