I've just got off the phone after a long conversation with a wonderful friend.
His Mother is dying from cancer. Chemo has stopped working, and she has months to live.
I took my beautiful boy to his school for problem children this morning, as I do every morning.
He cried as I made his breakfast, he cried as we got in the car.
He sobbed his heart out in great gulping heaves and clamped himself to me as I left him at school.
I stopped in a layby, started a Marlboro, and howled like a wolf.
Sometimes, you just have to play the cards you are dealt.
1 comment:
Shit, as you say. I have no idea what you must both be going through, but I've done my own flavours of shit, so you have my sympathies.
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