knatty_rainbow

My dad passed away june of last year... i went to the library today and looked through all of the old year books and found his pictures. It made me cry. He looked so hansome and young and all i could see was him shriveled and being eaten away by the fucking cancer. The chemo made him loose all of his hair before he died, and he looked like a victim of the holocaust. Im still all fucking hung up on his death 9 months later. i keep telling myself that he's not in pain now but it still feels raw like it just happened... anyways im going to quit bitching now because i'd rather just internalize all these nasty feeling