Shocking Revelations.
I just learned that another father-figure and dear friend of mine has bone cancer and will be dying in less than 2 months. He was the guy to say "hit the ball, alice!" when I left a putt short on the course, or the simple yet sarcastic "what the hell were you thinking, boy!?" when I screwed up. I'm gonna miss him, really.
Why must the good ones go? That is a question I will ponder later, I need to find a suit for a funeral.
Things were looking up for the slightest bit of time last week, then I get this news. I just can't win.
Why must the good ones go? That is a question I will ponder later, I need to find a suit for a funeral.
Things were looking up for the slightest bit of time last week, then I get this news. I just can't win.