Hard

It doesn't matter if you're expecting the diagnosis.
It's still hard to hear.
The cancer is back.
It's aggressive and very serious;
It wasn't there two month ago.

My daddy is dying.

We're bring him home tomorrow with hospice.
We were given the option of doing chemo and/or radiation.
The three of us talked and decided that it wasn't worth it
for maybe having a few more months.

There is no cure
only a delaying the inevitable.

It was the hardest decision we've ever had to make.

There peace is in knowing that daddy believes.

Dad believes that Jesus died and rose again for his sins.

I believe he will be in heaven when he is no longer here

and that I'll see him again there.

Once he's there, there will be no more pain and his body will be whole again.

I'm staying in MA until the end.

I took care of him before when he was sick

and I'll do it again now.

It's a surreal feeling.
I haven't totally wrapped my head around the fact that he's dying.
I've cried a lot already;
I know more tears are coming.