This past April we found out that my father had lung cancer. When we found out we all thought that he would be able to get through it. Though the cancer had already gotten in his blood and spread, we were still hopeful. Regretably, my father was a lot sicker than he let on, and in September while he was in the hospital to recorrect a surgery he had already had he suddenly got extremely short of breath and they had to put him on the resporator. That day I was pulled out of school to go see him, when I got there all my family was there. The next day we found out that one of his lungs had collapsed and that all of his organs were slowely dying. That day we had to let him go, it was the hardest thing I've ever done in my entire life. Everything afterwords just seemed like a dream. Even today I have a hard time telling myself that it actually happened. I know this Christmas is going to be extremely hard on my whole family, even thanksgiving was tough. My brother seems to want to go on with tradition and keep things the same, where as I am on the other spectrum. I really could care less if we even got a tree. My mother seems to be with my brother on keeping up with tradition, which doesn't bug me, but sometimes I question if she really wants to or is just to keep up with the "I'm O.K." facade. Does anyone have any helpful tips to maybe make this holiday season a little easier? (sorry about the rant...it came out to be quite long)
