Today, I have to write a research paper, and it is going to be the death of me. I use this term very lightly. Before I began writing this paper, I went to see a good friend's dad earlier today. He is in the hospital with cancer. Can I ever use this phrase again?
This man is (I almost wrote was, but that's the wrong verb. Stay optimistic) incredibly strong. He
has (dang it) is living an amazing life. He has two wonderful sons and a loving wife. And he has cancer, and it really sucks.
This post is strangely serious, but I had to get out my feelings. When I saw him, I was taken aback. This soccer playing, athletic man has been reduced into an unresponsive body. And it was incredibly tough to see him.
I hate death...
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