I feel your pain.
I’ve lost my father on June 22nd, he also was diagnosed with a Glioblastoma on the right side of his brain.
I moved out from my parents’ home on November 9th 2018, on December 1st i’ve received a call from my Mom, she told me that my Dad was going to the ER (he worked at a motorcycle shop 1 hour away from our town) because he had lost control of his left hand, could feel anything, he later told us that he wasn’t able to feel the indicator switch while driving to the hospital.
He went under surgery on December 6th, after that all seemed to go well, but in February he started to have problems again, just at the last week of Radiotherapy.
We were able to celebrate his last birthday on may 15th, he kept getting worse to the point that he spent his last 10 days in a bed in my parents’ living room.
He passed away (or as my sister puts it, “he earned his wings, or even better he earned his wheels”) the early morning of June 22nd.
He earned his wheels because he was a mechanic and a biker. I had the privilege to get my bike’s licence with his Honda CBX (he even filmed me during the test, i still have the video both on my phone and PC).
He also passed to us the love for good music: one of the clearest memories i have since i was a kid is Genesis’ “selling england by the pound” blasting in our house, it was common for him to get back home from work with “firth of fifth” or Pat Metheny, Alan Parson’s project at full volume in his car.
Days are getting better since June 22nd, there are still some tough times, but the happy memories are slowly taking over.
Look at what you’ve created, i bet he was beyond proud of you (as we all are).
Greetings and a huge hug all the way from Italy.