Three’s Company…?
With a view like this, can you really blame me for NOT being online?
This is what I wake up to. Every day. I may never leave.
Reagan came up this weekend to celebrate my birthday early since she had this weekend off. Pops was stoked to see her again.
(Reagan makes appearance in the far right of the picture. The little nugget serenading me is her nephew Colin. In 14 years, I’m going to marry that beast.)
Reagan suggested that I move on from Ronnie. She said I have very long, lonely life ahead of me if I don’t. I reminded her that we are remaking 3’s Company so I have no need to find a suitor. But the talk hit me harder than I care to admit. Once my dad dies… I have no family left. I don’t talk to my mother, and I have never met my extended family on either side. Pathetic, right?
Speaking of my Faza, he’s deteriorating before my eyes. I Through out the day, I deny it. But he only gets out of bed for maybe three hours anymore. For the past two days, we’ve done nothing but smoke joints in his bed, watch movies, and nap. It may seem relaxing, but on the inside, I’m screaming like a 5 year old again who’s seen a monster in the closet. This monster has a name. And it’s Cancer.
I sincerely hate being vulnerable.
I love your display picture! xo
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I wanted to say that I am sorry. I know that it is just an empty word, but I know how you must be feeling. The man I consider a mentor has been “dying” of brain cancer for 14 years. It is finally ending now and I feel like a part of me is dying too. He leaves behind a life of amazing art as a legacy, but it is not enough. I need HIM.
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The thought of losing my dad is crushing. Ugh, even if he’s been a jackass for most of my life. Cancer is horrible. It is. And watching something die, is well, you know. And I love cheesecake.
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My father died of cancer. I got to see him, talk to him a few hours before he passed. We had closure, whatever you want to call it. It’s like he was waiting for me to say goodbye (I drove up nonstop from Florida to NJ). Mom died on the same day, though not the same month. The 17th. I hate that day of the month. I got to say goodbye to her, too, though she was kind of out of it at the time…
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She was ready to go, though. I’d like to say the lung cancer got her, but it never had the chance. Nope, it was the chemo that did her in, 6 weeks after diagnosis. She would have lived longer without it… but probably would have suffered a great deal more. Mixed blessings, I guess.
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I can’t imagine how hard seeing your dad fade away is. But at least you get to spends these last weeks and months with him, and that’s pretty amazing in it’s own way.
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sorry about your dad, i just lost mine. treasure each moment.
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Gorgeous view! Currently looking at grad schools in the pacific northwest and that picture makes me want to move there even more. You are being very strong for your dad. That is some really tough stuff and you have my respect and empathy. Your friend Reagan sounds like a smart cookie!
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I honestly wish I could help you with your dad. So sorry.
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