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| Granny "up on the hill" |
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| Granny Bertha |
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| Daddy |
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| Danny |
This post my need some 'splanin, considering it's a post about photos that make me angry/sad and there are pictures of my loved ones. I have written about this before. If you want to read it, you can do so
here. Honestly, I HATE cancer. Who doesn't, though, right? Everyone has been affected by it in some form. It just seems to keep on and on and ON with my freakin' family. Leave us alone, already! I'm so tired of people that I love and am close to dying. I hate death. I know that it is a fact of life and that it is inevitable. It sure as hell doesn't make it any easier. I'm SO lucky to still have my Daddy here. He had prostate cancer several years ago. One of the scariest moments of my life. Hands Down. Hearing my Momma tell me that my Daddy had the "C" word. I tried to be strong for them both, but that was so hard for me to do. I fell apart. I fell apart hard core at home by myself. I would have breakdowns {big ugly cries} at night mostly, when I was trying to sleep. He was so lucky that he could have a surgery that removed all of the cancer and it had not spread anywhere else.
I try so hard not to take the time I have with anyone I love for granted. Things get busy and I get lazy in keeping in touch and calling. It never means that I care any less or not at all.
