There is a certain point in everyones life that they feel changes them, be it sad, glad, happy or just plain bad. My point came at the age of 18 and even after nearly three years it haunts me. My dad had been battling cancer for about three years and my mom had noticed some yellowing in his eyes, right away my mother and father went to the hospital, During this i had gone to the mall to be interviewed for a position i had dreamed of. After seeing a movie and after receiving news that i just earned a good job i received a phone call from my father. Filled with joy and unable to hold my excitement I shared the news with him that i got the job i had wanted. After he congratulated me i heard his voice crack ever so slightly as he told me he loved me, my heart dropped and a tear began to form as i uttered with a lump in my throat "whats wrong dad?" he replied stoic as ever "The cancer moved to a vile duct in my liver and i only have six months to live." we both broke down and sobbed together through the phone before he stated that he needs to go, i said the same and we hung up. Fast forward 2 months to the moment that made me who i am, i was in my bedroom contimplating what to do with my life because i couldnt get passed a level in a video game when i heared my mom sobbing, i rushed out of my room to see my father dying, with tears in his eyes and a quivering lip he looked me in the eye and the last thing he ever said to me was "i love you, so much"to this day i miss him and can do nothing but thank him for making me into the man i am today.