tommarow will be one year. read this.
Ok well here it is about me. The real reason I moved down to Florida was because my dad was an alcoholic. My mom wanted me to have a good child hood. My mom was the one who worked in the family so he took me around with him. And most of the time it was to bars. Well moving on when we came down I was 4 or 5 well he visited for about 6 weeks or so I do not remember to well but it was not a lot. What I mean by visited was came and say me every other weekend or so. Then he left never to hear from him again. And that is true from the age of 5 to 16 I never herd from him. No birthday card or call. My mom some times got the child support money but I did not know about it. Well at the end of my freshmen year. My mom received a letter saying he has Tong cancer. She said if I wanted to see him I could. This was the first time we knew where he was living. We never knew before that. I was some what scared and I did not say any thing. So a little later one we got another letter saying he has gotten better. Well one night when mom and I were out I asked her about one of my uncles. I remembered we saw him one time on a plain and we talked with him. So my mom decided to call him that night and we talked to my uncle Kev. We exchanged phone numbers. Now it is summer time. Well we receive a call from uncle kev saying my father is worst. The cancer came back and moved to his through too. So I decided to go up and see him. He weighted 75 lb because of where the cancer was he could not eat. The details of this I will not write down now if you want to hear it im me or email, or look in one of my old lj posts. Well I say him the Sunday before the hurricane hit my house. He was diagnosed with being terminal, which means he had between 1-3 mounts to live. Well then the next thing we knew I did not have a house. And on Aug 19th my mom told me some thing. The thing was that my father died. And tomorrow will be 1 year since he died. I do not know what to do about it. The one thing that really makes me cry some thing when I thing about it is when he was lying on his literal death bed I could see him looking me in the eyes and I looked at him. He had blue eyes. And after a while I could not look him in the eye any more. I feel bad. But tomorrow will be one year. So tell me what you think I should do. And I thought you ppl should know some thing about me.
-Brandon
-Brandon