November 20, 2015.
A little over 8 months since my wedding, I get a call from my mom.
It's 630am, so this is unlike her. “Stephen. You’re dad died.”
In shock, I scream. Utter disbelief kicks in. My world has officially changed.
There's this debate about if you would rather watch a loved one die slowly, yet you have the moment to say goodbye to them. Or would you rather the sudden shock like I felt?
I've heard the saying "life is for the living."
The choice is only yours to love all that you’ve got.