When my brother passed away... I made a decision that I might die soon, and if I die, I want people to know who I really am.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
Three days after my brother died, my father was in the hospital. He just did not want to live anymore. Before, he was fighting and loving life.
When you die, others who think they know you, will concoct things about you... Better pick up a pen and write it yourself, for you know yourself best.
Being a twin, and knowing if my twin was gone or lost - that's a part of me. There's no way I could be the same person knowing my brother had passed away.
My dad died when I was 23. His death was sudden and shocking - the result of a car crash - and I never got to say goodbye.
My very best friend died in a car accident when I was 16 years old. That was the hardest blow emotionally that I have ever had to endure. Suddenly, you realize tomorrow might not come. Now I live by the motto, 'Today is what I have.'
My goal is that after I am dead and gone, I want people to remember me for the person I am.
My brother Alan - who was seven years younger than me - died from leukemia when he was 52. He never knew a day's good health - I wish I could have given him some of my good health. But he was always so cheerful and sweet.
When my parents died, it became clear to me that there was an end in sight. Death was never a real thing to me. And then when that happened I realized I only have so many years left, if I'm lucky.
My father passed from cancer in 2000; his brother died of cancer before that. My grandfather died of cancer.
My father died of brain cancer in 1991. I do not know anyone whose life has not been touched by the loss of a loved one to cancer. I wrote my book 'Gracefully Gone' about my father's fight and my struggle growing up with an ill parent. I wrote it to help others know they are not alone in this all-too-often insurmountable war against cancer.
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