Jun 09, 2005 10:42
I love my Abuelo so much. I have so many memories with him.
Yes. He has lung cancer. It's not curable. It's spreading fast. It's in his brain. He starts Chemo Friday. Doctors say 4-6 months left. That's a huge kick in the ass.
Can't stop crying. I never knew something like this would effect me so much. Maybe it's because I'm the closest grandchild to him? He raised me till I was 6, I lived with him. I spent every summer with him after till I was 13. I visit him every weekend, if not more. We make fun of people together. We watched cartoons together, eat unhealthy foods and get yelled at together. We'd play cars and barbies together. We went to the park across from his house and swing and go on the merry-go-round. He has the coolest white hair that ONLY I could put up like Woody The Woodpecker, and he'd make the noise. I'd put makeup on him and nail polish when he was sleeping.
He is the only person I understand when they speak spanish. I don't understand any other family members. Friends. or random people. Only him for some odd reason. I cannot speak it back to him, but I can understand him.
I LOVE YOU PEPA! GET BETTER!