My dad died of prostate cancer... Much less popular, I know. It came twice. The second time it went to his bones and he died eighteen months before expected when I was pregnant with my third child. Fracture hip and excess weight, he still managed to travel via plane to me without one single complaint about the pain I later discovered he endured.
His birthday would have been October 22nd.
Before July 13th, 2007, I spoke with him on the phone every day for two years. He lived in California and we managed to make it happen despite a three-hour time difference. To this day, I can't replicate that kind of phone schedule with one single human I know. It's different but it's also not.
My grandmother died as a result of alcoholism in a fire set by her cigarette when I was 22. She died of smoke inhalation. Her birthday would have been October 28th. She was my favorite and most loving human, to date.
My youngest son's birthday is October 18th. He will be seven.
Think outside the pink. Respect it, but understand where others land in all of that and where you land them if they don't behave as expected.
Contribute to research toward abating autism and contribute to charities dedicated to supporting families who deal with pediatric and adult heart disease.
I'm bracing myself for the feedback on this one but FB is a free venue for a writer so I'm writing my world.
None of that is love-less. Loveless is not sharing why. Loveless is keeping your experience to yourself: pink, blue, , purple, yellow, green, orange, gray, black (I'm not going indoor/outdoor paint colors or nail polish).
That's why. Respect is two-sided or not at all.
There's more but I have to quote my dad here. "Why does everyone have to FIGHT everything? What is it with the FIGHT against cancer? It's the language. They have to change the language of it."
That from a former attorney, was a fairly significant statement.
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