I had the best dad ever. I miss him so much. He was always joking around and making people laugh even when he wasn't feeling well. He loved to go out to eat and have dinner with his grandkids every night. There wasn't anything my dad wouldn't do for other people. He made friends everywhere he went. It would take hours when we were at the store for a few things because he wanted to talk to everyone and tell them all to have a good day and to not work so hard. I was blessed to have him in my life. No one knew he had terminal cancer. I took him to his appointments and never knew he was that sick. The cancer spread through his whole body in a matter of hours, and he never came back home after I took him to the hospital. He loved to cook. He loved to fish. He loved his TikToks and social media and thought he was famous when he got [phone redacted] likes. He loved his coffee. He loved his children and grandchildren. He made the best ham and cherry sauce every Christmas. He died unexpectedly and too fast. He was gone before I knew it. If you or anyone else can help with his final expenses, that's all I ask for. Please.