I had found out a few minutes ago, that my father-in-law, who is the father of my brother-in-law, who is married to my eldest sister, had passed on at the age of 55 earlier today after years of battling cancer.

I never got to see him often, but every Sunday, I would see him and his wife attending the same church my family and I go to. He was a really loving and funny person to be around, and he and my brother-in-law were so much alike in personality and physical appearance. I’m going to miss him very much.

But as sad as I am that he’s gone, I’m also happy. He no longer has to fight cancer nor does he have to suffer through so much pain and misery. The best part is that he’s in Heaven, standing in the presence of Jesus where he can no longer have to worry about so much fighting.

All that’s left to do now is to hold on to the cherished memories my family and I have of him, and forever remember that we need not worry about him anymore.

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