i know i don't see you often,
and that i cant always tell you to take care,
but how can i? when your practically half way around the world.
i heard the news a few days ago, and i still choose not to believe it.
first dad, now you? after hearing that there was no improvement..
my heart sunk. i still remember the childhood memories though.
how you'd be big butt, and i'd be little butt. totally embarrassing.
but i sort of miss it. whenever we'd visit, i felt like you were
the only one who actually cared for my presence. always
letting me sit on your lap, paying for all the shit i wanted, and when
everyone would fall a sleep, we would always watch movies till 3 in
the morning. but now, just knowing that you might not be there the next time
we visit... i dont know if i can handle that. i'd call you in a heartbeat,just to hear your voice. but from what i've heard, you might not be able to have
enough strength to move your mouth.