Life

You know what sucks? The end. The end of movies, the end of relationships, the end of a favorite piece of candy, the end of a loved ones life. My dad got his results back from his last scan. The news was not good. I'm slowly losing my daddy. I hate this for me, mom, my siblings, but most of all, my kids. Emma broke down for the first time since he was diagnosed on the way home last night. I can't fix this hurt because I have it too. I wish I could. I hate that I'm now talking funeral arrangements with my dad instead of vacation plans. I hate that Michael won't know him, learn from him, love him like I do. I need your prayers, I know this won't go away, so now I ask that you pray for it to become easier to handle. Right now, not so much. I feel like I'm losing my mind.