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ive been thinking about my stepfather alot lately. like what it would be like if he never became terminally ill. would him and my mom still be married? he was sick for 3 years. and we knew someone with the same disease who had it for like 20. it wasnt fair to him, and it wasnt fair to my mom. it's weird to think that someone could be doing normal things one day and then wake up the next day not being able to walk. this year was the 10th anniversary of his death. sometimes it feels like a lot longer. but i believe in ghosts and spirits, and since he died in our house and no one has ever seen his ghost then i know he must have been content with everything if his spirit wasnt trapped between worlds. so that makes me feel better about things sometimes. but he knew he was going to die the whole time so he was probably ready for it when it happened. my mom doesnt even know where his ashes are. all she knows is theyre in a lake he use to fish in. his asshole brothers wouldnt tell her. next labor day when ur complaining about the jerry louis telethon being on all day and ur favorite show not being on u remember theyre raising money for my stepfather's disease that has no cure.