Life Happensthe cancer just kept spreading. i tried to visit him whenever i could, but it wasn't enough; i lived over 1500 miles away and i can't afford airfare. i felt helpless. i felt alone. all i wanted to do was stay in constant contact with him, but i knew...he was going to die. i was afraid to get close to him. i totally regret that now that he's gone, but i know that he's forgiven me.
three months ago, i finally woke up from my depression and realized that I'M still alive. i just had to keep moving forward and accept his death. that's what i've been doing ever since then, and i feel great!
i've seen suffering like i've never seen it before. little things don't stress me out as much as they used to. i can concentrate and i can focus on improving myself and my health. i decided to just do whatever makes me happy at the moment and i focus on the here and now, rather than the past.
just keep moving forward.