This time last year I lost my Grandad. The man in my life, my hero. He was the perfect role model, he'd been there through everything with me. He gave my mother and I a place to stay when we had nowhere to go, he was the father to me when mine walked out and left me. He gave me hope and he showed me love and compassion. To him, I was perfect, I was his little girl. I still remember his voice, his smell, his eyes, his smile... I remember what he taught me, I remember when he took me fishing, when he used to play with me in the shopping trolly's. I remember everything about him but he was taken from us by the killing machine that is cancer. Cancer. It's a C***. April 2012, good friday, he left us after almost 3 years of fighting he finally defeated him. At first I was just numb, everything around me stopped and all I could feel was my family grieving. It was the hardest thing I have ever done. We had known for months before that it was terminal but we were hoping another year. Nope, it took him within a week.
Soon after my aunt got engaged and she is now, almost a year later, married and expecting her first baby! Bitter sweet end to the year.
Now I thought that would be the end to my pain and we as a family could start to pick ourselves up and move on.
Then I find out that a good friend of mine lost his mother in law just last month and not even a week later his wife found out she had cancer too. He is in pieces. He's been with her since he was 19, better or for worse they've stuck by each other. Then this. This shit piece of news happens. He tells me what's going on and I am speechless, what can I say to make it better? Nothing.
What is this thing that takes people's lives so easily? What gave it the right?! Why does it worm it's way in to people's lives and bodies everyday???
Hearing about this thing taking over someone I care about so much kills me. He is a wonderful man and she is simply amazing. Why does it tear their lives apart?
What the F***.
