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Happy birthday...January 23 was the day of my birth, January 24, was the day of his death. The year was 1993 or 1994...I was too young to remember the year...He had cancer in his esophagus and was coughing nonstop...It got to the point that I was scared to death to go near him...He smelt like a hospital and he had no hair...I had my birthday party and I remember everything about it...I had a cool Batman cake...

I was mad at him that he couldn't come to my birthday party and eat my awesome cake...I decided that I wasn't going to visit him the next day in the hospital...As he went in for surgery to remove the tumor, the doctors did something wrong...He died, asking my grandmother, "What time is it?" It was around 12:30...

I'm sorry Pappa...I wish I could have been there...Now it is over 10 years later and I think back to that day and I can't help but blame myself for him dying...If only I had visited him, he may have had the strength to survive...