When my boyfriend and me first met and started talking his dad was healthy. Nothing was wrong he was really into fitness and working out. After a couple months of us dating his dads colon ruptured. He drove himself to the hospital 20 minutes away. Where they rushed him into emergency surgery and told us we should say our goodbyes before he went back. By the grace of God he made it through that surgery and went on to battle cancer for almost 4 years. This March, March 14th of 2018. He passed away after having two major surgeries within two weeks to try and remove a tumor that was wrapped around T1-T5 in his back, and nearly three months of attempted rehab. His body just couldn’t handle it anymore. He was starting to go down quickly. I sat there everyday at rehab where he couldn’t get out of bed and was losing weight because he was unable to eat. This man was not my biological father, but let me tell you something. My love for him was so much greater than just being my dad, he was my hero, he was so strong and he fought until the very end. I miss him so much everyday and it’s getting so hard to carry on without him here. So sorry for ranting this out but I needed to tell his story somewhere. I love you Mark and there isn’t a day that goes by that I don’t miss you❤️