Growing up, life was pretty easy for me.
Both my parents worked full-time jobs that paid well, while my sister and I went to a school in a well-off the neighbourhood. She excelled in her grades while I did in sports.
I excelled so much that my dad would end up driving me to three different sports practices in one day. He tended to my needs while still working and doing what was required to keep food on our plates and the lights on.
The more I think about it, this dedication was a big reason why his death hit me so hard. The commitment he had towards giving me the best chance at my sporting career was unparallel.
I didn’t think much of it at that time.
However, as I saw him lying there on the hospital bed, as cancer took full control of his body and he started to mummify in front of my eyes…