Bearing bad news.

Tis the season, easter bunnies abound, death follows hotly in their wake. My father was admitted on monday after I found him paralysed down his right side from a stroke. I was told that his cancer had spread to his liver and his lung. Yesterday friday 13th no less I found that his cancer had gone elsewhere, and that I had 'less than several months left.'

I love my father, we may have faught like cat and dog, we may have been cruel to each other. I no longer care, that is all forgotten and forgiven. He is my father, there is nothing else I can say. I love him with all I have in me, and I am actually suprised how deep that is.