So it's nice to pretend that everything is going to get better. But lets be real. He's dying, has been for over a year now. And I guess since he's accepted it, we should. I was eight when my dad died. It wasn't that big of a deal, because I didn't know him. The man was a complete stranger he was only there for like two years. But imagine being that age and losing the perfect dad. The dad who was always there. And the thing that gets me is, he's not just a dad, he's a son, he's a fiance. The pride and joy, as well as the love of someone's life. What kind of fucked up world do we live in? This shouldn't be happening. What is to be learned form this? What kind of way is this for God to show his love, or power?
i'm angry at God. What kind of sick plan is this? He didn't choose to get pancreatic cancer at the age of 36.