my mom called me today and told me that papa cried this morning and said, “there’s something wrong with my brain.” this whole time he has been fighting i have only seen him cry once, when he was telling me it was a miracle that he has come this far. i want God to let him go peacefully. he is in so much pain, and its not fair. he’s so stubborn that he will not take pain medication so that it won’t screw with his mind, but when it comes down to it now there are four tumors in there and whole brain radiation is going to mess it up anyway. i just don’t understand. i want papa to be fat and happy again, and i want to go to his house and sit on his lap in the rocking chair and have him hold me like he did when i was a little girl and tell me that everything is going to be okay, and that he will be there to dance at my wedding, whenever it will be, because for some reason that one thing is more important to me than anything else in the world.
sorry =(
sorry =(