Dad’s Funeral Arrangements

My dad, Jorge Macias, was the strongest man I’ve ever known. My mom and dad brought my brothers and I to the United States from Mexico back in the Summer of 1996. We had nothing but ourselves and our dreams. My dad worked long and tirelessly so  that we would never go hungry. Despite all of our struggles and obstacles, my dad would always keep us level headed and safe in every way possible. He sacrificed it all for us. My dad has been a mechanic for over 40 years. The best of his kind. He  had learned the skill from my grandfather ,Nicholas, and would eventually pass on the skill set onto my eldest brother, Jorge Jr. He was always strong and brawny and had a natural aptitude for fixing anything mechanical. He was very diligent and never had trouble fixing any type of vehicle. He was highly valued at any enterprise for being such a hard worker. As the years went on, working such labor intensive jobs began to take a toll of his health.  My dad suddenly bean to loose weight and started to look unrecognizable. As of  November 2017 my dad was diagnosed with liver cancer. At this point the cancer was already too spread out. This left us with fewer options. My mom and dad were stressed out and became depressed. We did not know what to do. Out of desperation we tried everything possible to help him recover. It would not be enough. Suddenly around the last week of April he was admitted into the Emergency unit at Kaiser Permanente Hospital in Fontana, CA. The next day, they sent my dad home with a bottle of pain killers. It was too little too late. On Tuesday night, May 1st, my dad's pains started to exceed. His liver was inflamed and was causing his tumor to "act up." He could no longer bare the pain. Slowly his organs began to fail. The medical team did everything in their power to make sure that my dad was properly taken care of. Wednesday, May 2nd, I visited my dad early in the morning. We spent most of the day together. We talked about my childhood, his life as an adolescent in Mexico, his honeymoon, and life in general. I left that day knowing my dad was going to get through this, because we always get through it.  Thursday, May 3rd,  was one of the hardest days of my life. My brothers called me asking to go to the hospital because my dad's health was decreasing. I got there as soon as I could. The doctors warned us that my dad would possibly not make it through the night. He fought tirelessly through the night hoping that the pains would subside but they just got worse. Not even a double dosage of Morphine made the slightest difference. I will cherish that day for the rest of my life. Nothing in this world can replace my father. That night I let him know how much I love him and how proud I am to be his son. I gave him the sign of the cross and bid my farewell. I still had hope that he would make it that night. I just knew that this wasn't the end. In the morning on Friday, May 4th, my dads pains were so unbearable that he was nearly unconscious. My dad had fought his best and slowly his heartbeat began to slow down. I had the honor to be with him at his last moments. Around 9:20 a.m. my dad took his last breath. My family and I are at a loss for words at this moment. We love our dad so much words can’t even describe. We ask if you have a moment, please, feel free to donate anything possible to help us bury our dad. 
Thank you very much,
Luis Macias