Since 2003 he has been fighting cancer that started in his lungs, moved on to his brain, and returned to stay in his lungs. He was funny, loving, caring and I will miss him dearly. While I am sad that he is gone, I can take solace in knowing he got to visit his beloved Libya after being away from it for more then 30 years. And for all his fighting in the revolution, I am happy he got to see the removal of Gaddafi while he was in Libya. I am so proud to be his daughter.
As my brother lovely said the other day: If I was twice as awesome as I am, I still wouldn't be half as awesome as dad!
Please make du'a for my family to pass this difficult time.