“The Final Journey” is in honour of my father. Like many men, he did not talk about health problems. By the time his prostate cancer was diagnosed, it was too late for treatment. Doctors did what they could and sent him home to die. Within two weeks, he was paralyzed from the waist down and my mother was unable to care for him. His remaining time was spent in hospital. Dad was always positive and reminded me that he had lived a good life and was ready to die but was not to be an easy death – the cancer spread and eventually he was unable to eat or drink. He died a shadow of his former stature. I still miss him terribly.