My father and I grew up under the same roof and raised my the same man, my grandfather... a hard nosed Irishman straight from the mother land, with a 6th grade education and a insane work ethic, we took our beatings obviously during different decades, but we still both got the same tough love the old man could give. With that being said, those things didnt faze me, and my father just coming back into my life full time when I was 13 made us closer of course I had no ill will towards my dad, he had to get his shit straight.... he is the toughest man I know, but now he is sick and has been sick for a long time, he will be having his lungs drained again for the 3rd or 4th time in less then 30 days because his liver is shot and the fluid is draining into his lungs. It kills me everyday to know that he isnt going to get better, he may sustain, but eventually, unless he gets a liver transplant, he will continue to get worse. I love my father, who is also like a brother to me as well. Please, dont feel bad, as Im not looking for pity, I just never really share things like this and I would hope that maybe some people out there can realize that all of us have a story to tell and we arent these faces in the rain that fade away when you close your Facebook app.
Posted on: Wed, 05 Nov 2014 16:06:42 +0000
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