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Let me start off with saying that I don't have cancer myself.
Maybe two months ago, my dad got very sick. They diagnosed him with pneumonia, but maybe a week after that they took a blood sample and diagnosed him with leukimia (sp?). My parents got divorced when I was maybe two, and I only got to visit him every other weekend. And now, since he was in the hospital and I had no way of getting to him, the time spent with him had gone down to nothing. I got to visit him once in the hospital, and he looked terrible. He was pale, he'd lost all of his hair, he was attatched to so many machines that it was hard to look at.. even typing this now is making me cry. I only got to visit him once in the hospital.
I came home from camp yesterday, hating myself for not telling my daddy that I was going to be gone. When I signed on this morning, I found that I had one new e-mail.
It was from daddy. all it said was
"goodbye sweetie. i love you so much."
he died this morning at 5:34 in the morning. I know that daddy and Nancy are waiting up in heaven, watching down on me.
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