It was an emotional journey for me when my dad was diagnosed with cancer and eventually died in USA. Just after the diagnosis confirmed the cancer, I managed to get the visa and travelled to USA to see him for one last time. He died there and was buried there. Along with the few of my relatives living in USA, we were a small group of people who attended his last journey.
I lived with him throughout my life until his death. He was not only my father, but also a great friend of mine. He also was like my son for the last couple of years. He told me about his crisis, problems, expectations and all.
I'm missing him a lot and I'll miss him until I die.