Jun 11, 2007 03:44
If the cancer gets worst, which the doctors say it will ( although my faith says otherwise) he has decided to return to Texas where his parents gave him up for adoption. He wants to die at home. Strange enough he is overcome with the need to go back to a home that he never really called "home". I can ask him whatever I want. We are open to no end. Today I asked him, if the pain grew unbearable if he would ever commit suicide. He wouldn't. The army wouldn't take care of his funeral if he did.
We went out for dinner tonight. He was in good spirits.
We watched the Rocky Horror Picture Show last night. I had never seen it. I made an ass of myself and cried through the whole thing. ( Because of the bad news, not the bad acting :P) He couldn't stand my crying so I drove him home. I held on to his hand so tightly. I found it strange. I care about him a lot but have decided that I am to be his friend first and foremost.