See that sucks way worse.
These werent people I've known all my life or anything. I didnt move to where im at until mid 2ks, didnt meet most of them until mid 10's and some late 10's
Losing the father, thats beyond losing a bunch of half ass friends.
In some regards, I guess I am lucky. I faced that at 14. But we werent at all close then...
I have so many questions I want to ask him, especially about family history, before he dies.
But he was willing to deny me because the Television told him too.
Brings up a lot of feels.
What happened with your Father?
Dunno. Last I was able to find out. He lost half his lower jaw to some cancer.
I dunno if it was the 2 packs of winstons a day or 5th of old granddad. but I'm pretty sure it was one of those.
I couldn't tell you anything about my family past my grandfathers name on my fathers side. I have little to no hope of ever finding out more.
The only advice I can provide from the entire experience.
If family means anything to you. Work hard to see what you can salvage. You will only regret not having tried, not having tried and met with constant failure.
Good advice.
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