wish that I would have gotten to known him better. The only thing that was between the two of us was the language barrier. All communication consisted of hand motions, grunts, and physical abuse. I just wish I had more time. I spent the whole summer aware of his cancer, but I didn’t realize the severity of it.  I didn’t know he was feeling so much pain. I can’t believe I just sat there and watched him die. It’s been nearly eight years since he passed. He left the world happy, having finished his job. I can only hope that I can live up to the family name and finish my own job.