I've started praying again. Last time I prayed was before my grandmother died. This time I'm praying for my father. I don't want him to die but it's become inevitable. I pray now that when he goes, he goes suddenly without lasting pain. He's afraid that he'll have a stroke and become a burden to my mother. The doctors have given him 4-5 months before the tumor becomes invasive enough to affect the artery in his neck.
Happy New Year.
Happy New Year.