My Father's Ashes

When a father dies too soon, from brain cancer,  a daughters mourn may never truly end.I waited about a year, that is how long my dad has been passed, on Good Friday 2017, to write this, story, a true story about my dad having to fight for his life, he had to battle brain cancer for a year in a half,  the doctors thought they got the cancer, until it inevitably came back into remission,  so I knew it was a matter of time, before I had to face the truth,  did my dad really had brain cancer,  did it really killed him? as you can imagine, I had thought these thoughts many times, and I still am in a state of shock and denial, and yes still grieving,  because maybe that side of my family didn't have any funeral, or tributes to my dad, that made it worse, my parents gotten divorced  back when I was younger, so I didn't understand it until I got older, it really kinda worked out as my parents went their separate ways and eventually married again to other spouses,  so my step mom, never had any kids, and neither did I, my dad and grandma was both adopted on his side of family,  so we may never know why I have these ailments, or what ever kind nationalities,  I know so far, I'm part, Cheroke Indian,  German and Irish, like I say before, we may not know what else we maybe, because my dad and grandma was both adopted. I'm not sure what type of brain cancer,  my dad had, so I'll try find out more details,  this is outline for my next writing project. I'll also share, some grieving survival skills, among other things,  I hope you will enjoy my next book.