urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:creedle1creedle1creedle1creedle12006-04-25T06:58:11Zurn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:creedle1:359Pops2006-04-25T06:58:11Z2006-04-25T06:58:11ZcalexicoIt's cancer...<br />They don't know where just yet. There's something on his liver but they think it may have started somewhere else. May be his colon.<br />My dad, at the young age of 64 is facing his mortality. It may not be that bad but there's cancer in him somewhere. It's too early to tell but, goddamn he looks like shit..I'm scared.<br />This is the guy who could fix or build anything. Find a way to make it work. A man who was strong as an ox who can now not even muster enough energy to mow the lawn. A tough guy, because of whom, I grew up thinking I was Mexican because he looked like a badass pachuco with the big moustache, the ever-present beer and the tight white t-shirt. A man who my mom will be absolutely lost without. A man who was quickly becoming my best friend.<br />I didn't expect this so soon. There's still so much more I need to learn from him. I know I'm jumping the gun on all this but I feel like I've been hit by a truck. <br />I think I needed to write something down. Here it is. <br />Next time you have a glass to raise. Raise it to my dad and his continued health, would you?