farawaymind

Through unspoken words, he thought me to fight for my dreams and that even though I may not be the brightest bulb in the shed, as long as I had the will and wanted it badly enough and was willing to fight hard for it, I could get it. Through out 18 years of my life, this was one lesson he thought me to his last breath. What can I say of my dad, 18 years he wasn't around much, but he was around enough for me to know he's a fighter. It's really quite a sight to see, that within 24 hours cancer can shut down a human's body. First the livers went, then the kidney's poison damaged the nerves causing blindness and numbing his hearing. For what i

If I fall along the way Pick me up and dust me off And if I get too tired to make it Be my breath so I can walk If I need some other love Give me more than I can stand And when my smile gets old and faded Wait around I'll smile again Shouldn't be so complicated Just hold me and then Just hold me again Can you help me I'm bent I'm so scared that I'll never Get put back together Make a wild guess and who's the singer and whats the name of the song...

For those who've read my previous journals...you'd know what stage 4 means. And so 18 years of my life, has gone, and too little time has been spent with him. An undefined period, only stated in months is left. How does one...make up for 18 years of life in undefined months. I find myself singing to the tune of "100 years" by Five For Fighting. And well yeah...I guess there really isn't a better wish than being 15 again.