Tuesday, 26 July 2011
09:00:37 PM (GMT)
I'm so sorry. I can barely stand to be around you. You seem so fragile, as if
one touch could shatter you. Do you remember when I was younger, and when you first
got cancer, you'd sleep so much? I'd wait in a little chair 'till you woke up. When
you did wake up, we'd stay in that dark room for hours with you teaching me how to
spell and how to do math. That's why I have 'above average' grades. Because of those
I'm so strubborn. And I can be outspoken, but rarely. We have debates on
everything; politics, gay marriage, whether Greece is the best country or not<3 And
I'm a lot like you. I don't usually complain unless it's so horrible I can't stand it
anymore. And we're both so stubborn.
Everyone in the family thinks I'm so young. Your exact response to my bestfriend
Hayes was, 'Regan, you're to young to be hanging out with boys.' And, apparently, I
can't date 'till I'm 40. That lasted long :3 But I don't like it when people say I'm
to young to know about things. When I ask people how you are doing, they say fine. So
I'm feeling reassured. That is, until my dad says you won't make it another year.
And that statstic just kept going down. Then it was a few months, and now, it's just
a few weeks. Thanks for telling me that, Dad >.<
And I wanted you to know, you've made me stronger. You have been fighting cancer
for over five years. And you keep fighting. Your will is so strong. You aren't even
seventy yet, but you robably feel like you've lived to be a hundred. And you've
never complained. Not once have I heard you say, 'Why me?'. You seem to accept this
But you are so weak. You can't even open a bottle of water. You've lost your
hair, strength, and appetite. You weigh less then I do. Actually, you weigh less then
your nine year old grandson does. You've lived through so much, been through so much.
So please, keep on living. I pray for you, to our creators. I pray for you and cry
for you. Please, keep living. Don't let cancer drag you down. Just keep fighting.
Last edited: 28 July 2011