and kinda why i need to not drink god bless his soul he's so good i wont go into history but i never really had him in my life twoish years ago he came here to talk to me he brought a six pack and a bowl kinda weird we had never smoked together but we were always adults after i turned 18 so not TOOOO weird we had a couple beers, took a couple hits and he started crying he told me he has lung cancer or almost i dont even know.... i dont talk to him much he told me he cant stop drinking and smoking and i saw him in me i sat there and held him and told him he CANT DO IT and id help and im his friend and his daughter. i firmly soothed him for hours. he was really upset. then he disapearred again. i went to my grammas (his moms) this christmas and i guess he's not doing well and im gonna call him tomorrow. ive felt like his mom like forever and it hurts me. i want my dada to live. he has sooo much to offer like you dont know. his stories. his band. his back flips of the diving board. he's so rad. but he's hurting. he was never here and once agan im the "child" and he's not here for me but i gotta be for him. im not complaining i just wish i could help him and i doubt i can but ill try i just dont wanna be like him
but i wanna help him and i feel that when i see him he claims i helped so much then he goes back he's my daddy yah know? i dont wanna lost him. he's younger then you marc!
In a rare occasion I have to agree with HHB. Fix yourself first. You can't give away something you don't have.
Im sorry to hear about your father Trish, I hope he gets well. I think olhippie54 has it right, he gave some good advice there. I hope everything works out for the best.
yeah i didnt see him for a few before then and then he came to me like that i adut but i am still young and it hurts. i cried after he left.