I don't really know what to say-
how to act, or think or even feel.
Except...it isn't fair. It isn't fair,
that you're in pain, it isn't fair
you're dosed up on medication;
it isn't fair you wont be here to
see your great grandchildren
grow up into the wonderful
people they are going to become
-and they're going to become so
wonderful because you instilled
morals and values that have been
passed down for generations,
and they're only litttle but mention
you so often, and love you so much.
Just like I do, just like mum does and
just like aunty does-I love you so much
and it isn't fair that there's not enough
time. Not enough time to show you how
much you inspired me, tell you how much
you encouraged me, how much it meant
that you always believed in me even
after the bad choices that I made.
It isn't fair...that this disease has taken
hold of you and robbed you of the years
you should have left, it isn't fair that I
have to remain strong so you never guess
someting is wrong-because nothing {should}
be wrong-you should be fit andhealthy...
-and cancer shouldn't be
stealing you from me.
I love you.
