I asked dad why he brought us to stonybrook the day before...
He said it was a place his father took him when he was a kid- sounds great right?
WRONG!!!
Then he said "And I just want to make sure you and your brother and sister have some of the same memories, before I'm gone for good."
WHAT THE FUCK!
I don't want to think about my dad dying! Now that family outing is forever ruined in my memory
He might have seen the nausea in my face, I don't know.. But then he tried to soften the blow by explaining that everybody dies, that he wanted to make the most of life while he had it.
I told him he didn't need to think about that because he wasn't even that old yet, and he said being hospitalized over the pneumonia really scared him and made him realize that "Life is fragile and time is precious."
He then told me he is WRITING A WILL. Just to be prepared
NOOOONONONO WHAT THE FUCK!!!!!!!
I can't sleep since he told me he's writing his will. NO
