
I Visited My Father’s Grave and Saw a Tombstone with My Photo and Name Nearby — The Truth Left Me Speechless
It’s been two years since I lost my dad to cancer—two years, four days, and what feels like a lifetime of grief. I remember the day we found out about his stage IV lung cancer as if it happened yesterday. It was like the world suddenly stopped, trapping us in a nightmare we couldn’t escape from. The doctors started treatment right away, but deep down, we all knew the battle was already lost. My dad fought with everything he had, but in the end, cancer won. I found out he