Sometimes I think about my fathers life and I cry. He was such a good man, so kind and gentle. He was dealt such an awful hand in life. His mother beat him, my mother emotionally abused him, he worked long hours and awful shifts and yet, he still was GOOD, pure. Always eager to help someone. Then he gets cancer, suffers for years just to die with the loss of his cognitive skills and motor movements. He deserves so much better. I had a different life pictured for him, one that he so deeply deserved. How do I move past these feelings of sorrow?