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2 years ago
cancer…long, drawn out cancer.
i was 18, my sister, 15.
it’s been 5 years.
i was the strong one at the time.
and now, i’m the one who you’ll find crying in the shower on random nights.
at family therapy (mom, dad, sister, me—1 session, then never went back) i vocalized my sadness that he wouldn’t be able to walk me down the aisle.
he cried.
2 months ago i got married.
and my grandfather (his father) walked me.
it didn’t even compare.
