That was a beautiful story that hit me harder than expected. I wished my dad had left behind a journal. He died as well when I was in my early twenties, but I still feel like I didn't knew him as I should have.

I knew my dad had cancer but he was trying hard not to show it. Maybe he wanted to keep face in front of my brothers and I, to preserve the best image we had from him, a strong and strict paternal figure from outside but a loving father from inside. And still, I kept denying it, refusing to accept the evil that was eating away at him. I was that dumb introverted kid that had nothing but work to escape the reality.

I still remember his last look at me while I was heading back to college after visiting him. A look of pride and sorrow, as he knew what would happen in the next days. And for the first time in my life, I saw my dad shedding a tear as he was asking me to take care of my brother's future. It was discrete, but I noticed it, and I still wish I could slap the past me and stay with him in his final moments. This will be forever among the biggest regrets I have.

Spend time with your loved ones and make sure that time is well spent. Sometime you never know the value of a moment until it becomes a memory.