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My name is Amanda.
I was 17 when my dad passed away. He had lung cancer, and it wasn’t really a surprise to any of us. He had continued to smoke even after his initial diagnosis, which was devastating to my mother, and to my brother and I. We felt that he was being selfish and cared more about “enjoying” his time remaining on earth (by smoking) than possibly extending his time with his family.
Nonetheless, after he passed, my mom had a hard time. We had some money put away for my college but mom had to continue to work to keep up her prior standard of living. She did have a good job, though, and was able to pay for everything – she just had to delay her retirement past when she might have otherwise wanted to.
I contemplated staying home with mom for a year and maybe attending some community college classes, but I was always a good student, and had gotten into a good school, so mom told me she’d be fine, and that I should go away to school and not worry about her.