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by Nae Mar 22, 2005 category : Sadness, depression / about death
I may not believe anymore, but I still believe in the power of prayer. My grandpa is dying, him and I were just getting close. They don't think he has long, maybe a month or more. I wish he could stay, I want him here. Maybe he and my dad can get along in heaven or hell, whereever each belongs. My uncle is also dying, him and I don't really get along. But I still love him and need him. Him and Grandpa and Dad can all have a party. How nice it would be for them to have fun. Why are all the daddys leaving? I need them all. I need them here and people think my lifes easy. Well now you see its not. Death comes in threes to me.