XXV

I sit in my bed mulling over the way Dad stays up later than usual even though he's tired. He loves you so much, and I know you know it, but do you see it? I won't blame you for your failing comprehension, just like you never blame me for mine, but someday i hope God gives you just enough sight to realize him. 

He is losing hope, the cancer's caught up to him. He is fighting for you, fighting back tears for you. 

Maybe I can take after him in this, maybe I can hold back the oceans even though I feel like letting them drown me.