Until i was 18, i had not met my father, or his side of my family.
Upon meeting them all, i instantly took a shine to my uncle, more so than my father.
It seemed that from day one, we were clones of each other.
he moved 200 miles last year, to retire to the seaside even though he is only 57, just 10 miles from home, im now 35
I still, consider this guy to be the closest thing to a natural father i could have.
Last night at 2am, he had a fit in his sleep and was rushed into hospital
at 5pm tonight, we were told he has terminal cancer of the brain, liver and chest.
to say my world has fallen apart is not even close.
He does not know yet, and we are not sure to tell him or not.
I have just spent an hour writting him a letter, if we do tell him, i want him to read it, and to know what he means to me, if we dont tell him, he will never know.
Cancer is a prick, and has no mercy for anyone.
Yesterday, he was happy and gardening, and moaning that us bin men had not collected his bins again.
tonight, he is in a bed, on a drip with a cathetar in place, unaware he may not see christmas.
I have no idea why im saying this here, but for a moment anyway, it's helping.
Anyone want some words of advice????
tell the people who matter, that they matter. because tomorrow maybe too late...it is for me and my uncle
Until i was 18, i had not met my father, or his side of my family.
Upon meeting them all, i instantly took a shine to my uncle, more so than my father.
It seemed that from day one, we were clones of each other.
he moved 200 miles last year, to retire to the seaside even though he is only 57, just 10 miles from home, im now 35
I still, consider this guy to be the closest thing to a natural father i could have.
Last night at 2am, he had a fit in his sleep and was rushed into hospital
at 5pm tonight, we were told he has terminal cancer of the brain, liver and chest.
to say my world has fallen apart is not even close.
He does not know yet, and we are not sure to tell him or not.
I have just spent an hour writting him a letter, if we do tell him, i want him to read it, and to know what he means to me, if we dont tell him, he will never know.
Cancer is a prick, and has no mercy for anyone.
Yesterday, he was happy and gardening, and moaning that us bin men had not collected his bins again.
tonight, he is in a bed, on a drip with a cathetar in place, unaware he may not see christmas.
I have no idea why im saying this here, but for a moment anyway, it's helping.
Anyone want some words of advice????
tell the people who matter, that they matter. because tomorrow maybe too late...it is for me and my uncle