About a month ago, my dad was admitted to the hospital due to what appeared to be a severe exhaustion. Things took the worst turn as he was diagnosed with leukemia and swiftly contracted a lung infections. Within a week, his condition dove into the abyss.
He was a tough old man, though. Despite his condition, my dad was still very communicative and mentally sprightly. He passed away on my mom’s arms since his last request was to lean on her while she read him prayers. It brought me peace that my dad passed away peacefully, without pain, and was also surrounded by family.