May 12, 2010 19:32
When I came upstairs I saw the photo frame with a picture of him in one side and issy in the other. It folds in half like a book. I remember when he first had cancer I asked mum for pictures of him and Issy to put in that frame. I was a very superstitious child and thought that if I closed it he would die. I'm not really like that anymore but I still found myself being careful around it til even recently. I know it's completely irrational.
He's going to buried out in some beautiful woods some place and have a tree planted. We are going with the rest of the family, it will be beautiful but I'm really really scared. Scared for my family. Scared of this to be real. It's really hard to describe but when I think about how they must be feeling, it like physically aches. They are such wonderful amazing people, I don't want them to be hurting.