Daughters love…Cont 5

I’ve been putting this off, can you tell?

I knew that no matter what I could always pick up the phone and hear his voice.  He would annoy the piss out of me at times but I always took comfort in knowing he was there.  When you are younger your parents seem almost immortal.  Sure, they seem old as hell to you, but they are always there.  Then their parents pass and something about that makes you realize that they aren’t immortal.  Still, you expect to be at least as ancient as they are when something happens.  The only problem is that ancient when you are four is anyone that can reach into the cookie jar without a stool.  At ten its whoever rides a bike that has ten speeds.  Pretty soon you reach an age where the only people that are ancient are those that are actually ancient.  You realize when you have kids that they are looking at you the same way that you looked at your parents.  Then that fateful day comes that you get the news you have dreaded.  Dad had cancer.  He had cancer of the throat and mouth.  Being ever the opptomist to dads pessimistic attitude I told him to take his life insurance buying ass into Chemo and he’d be fine.  And he was fine, baring surgeries and some pain, for five years.  Usually when you make it to the five year mark you are considered ‘cured’.  Dad found out that his cancer had returned around the time of that milestone.  He didn’t want to go through all the treatment again.  I called in all my Daddy’s and with the help of my Stepmom’s persistance he started treatment again.

What I am going to post after this I wrote as it happened.  Language is raw, as is most of what I write.