FUCK

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.
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4 Comments

  1. 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.

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