My dad has fucking cancer again. The man already has a bag on his hip, and he refuses to quit smoking. I’m not ready for my dad to die. Not that I ever will but, fuck.
oh man sorry to hear that – this is going to sound a little sappy, but have hope, be there for him, provide whatever he needs from you and remember that your friends are just a phone call away when you need them.
oh man
sorry to hear that – this is going to sound a little sappy, but have hope, be there for him, provide whatever he needs from you and remember that your friends are just a phone call away when you need them.
*hugs* You’re in my thoughts.
Re: oh man
Thanks. Seriously, thanks.
Thank you.