Well, I didn't, but my best friend did. My Dad died on the 14th Of November 2O11. Every single tiny little bit of confidence, happiness and fun broke inside me. It happened to all of us. My Mum, my sister, my family, his friends. Everyone. He was the most fucking perfect Daddy' ever, and I just feel like I realy did Die the Day he died. Yeah. I'm not me anymore, He completed me. It sounds as if I was inlove with him. It wasn't in a romantic way, but I love him so so so so so fucking much. Fuck cancer. Just fuck it. Ruining and ending millions of bloody innocent people. It's not fair. It's really not fair at all. Fuck Fucking Cancer. Cancer is the worst bloody thing ever.
I don't mean to be depressing, but there we are. This is how I feel, Terrible, Life is completley fucked up for me. Life isn't Life now, It's just this sad, lonley little thing I'm going through, And when I die, I'll hopefully be with him again. I don't beleive in heaven, but I know he's somewhere, and he's waiting for us. I Love Him.
Rest In Peace, Kevin Parker. Fuck Cancer, And I Love You More Than Words Can Describe.
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