On Monday, February 1, 2016, after a 6+ year battle with cancer, my dad passed away. He was less than a month shy of turning 61 and I'm grateful I was able to spend one more week with him in Vancouver. His last advice to my sister and me was to "do what makes you happy". He sacrificed an incredible amount of personal resources to build a good life for his family in Canada.
I wonder how he would want me to live my life and I strive to make decisions that would make him proud of me. The day he passed away, I realized he was much more than my dad. He was once a child with dreams, a teenager with life lessons to learn, and an adult with experiences that helped shape him to become the person he was when he married my mom. There are so many stories and memories of his childhood I wish I got to hear - time to write them all down to continue his legacy with my future children.
I’m so grateful for the Gospel of Jesus Christ to give me reassurance that we will one day be reunited so I could hear those stories, and to thank him for being the wonderful Dad he was. To sacrifice so much to give me a better childhood than he ever had. I’m thankful for our good memories and his kind spirit that inspires me to be a better person.