To say we were inseparable would be an understatement. If I had to condense the amount of time we spent apart in consecutive days, it would only amount to perhaps three or four months at most. The rest of the time was spent together. Every night he was studying or watching TV, I'd make him coffee / tea and rub his back. I'd type his emails for him, too. Our bond couldn't be broken.
The greatest consolation in all of this is knowing he went out doing what he loved best and in the company of people who truly loved and cared for him. I always half-joked to customers Papa is the kind of guy who'd go out with his boots on. In the hospital bed, there he lay in his boots covered in fresh mud. At least he didn't suffer.
Rest in peace, Papa. I will always love you.