My dad died when I was fourteen; we found out he had terminal brain cancer when I was twelve. It was HARD. There aren't words to describe how hard it was. So I sympathize with you very much. One thing that I keep coming back to is curiosity about what my relationship with him would have been like as an adult instead of as a child, especially since I was shutting down emotionally when he was sick because I just couldn't handle everything. I have a lot of regrets. It definitely sucks.
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Date: 2007-10-12 06:29 am (UTC)*hugs*
You deserve a treat of some sort, I think.