Sorry to hear that. I’ve been through it a few times. Both Nan’s, a couple of aunts, an Uncle and a cousin, all to the big C.
The worse one was my cousin who passed away 18 months ago, he also had cancer and was told it was terminal and had a few months. He was 30 and had a 3 year old son
He lived in Middlesbrough and I’m from London, but I used to go up most years as that’s where my mums side of the family are from.
Anyway a couple of months before he passed Crystal Palace were away to Newcastle, so I got him a ticket, along with his brother my other cousin, and we went to the game. He was weak but really wanted to do it.
We also just spent a week doing stuff, playing pool etc. He was really cheery (an act most probably), considering the circumstances. Didn’t really speak about the cancer that much, was pretty hard leaving to come home to be honest, just a big hug and he told me not to come back and remember the good times.
His son is such a nice kid, every time I go up he just knows me as Uncle Football, although he isn’t actually a nephew. I’m not sure what a son of a cousin actually is. But he never leaves me alone and always wants a kick around, due to that week.