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If he had not passed away in February, today he would be celebrating his birthday.
If he had survived pneumonia, he would have to battle his prostate cancer.
If he had recovered from prostate cancer, he would have to amputate his right leg below the knee.
If he had been fortunate to save his right leg, he would have to see with his eyes blurred by diabetic macula edema.
If he had been able to cure macular edema, he would have to walk with an artificial limb.
If he had the luck to keep his left leg, he would have to follow a strict diabetic diet that he disliked greatly.
What if he were in a world where he was healthy. If he could walk and run with his born limbs. If he could see clearly. If he could eat freely. If he could join my mom and eldest sister where their souls were set free from their rotten bodies.
Happy Birthday, my father, you're now at liberty.