Dear God,
There is so much going on; I hardly know where to begin. It has been just short of two months since we found out my grandpa's condition. Stage three liver cancer. I can still remember the day...it was the day of Nina's birthday party, just before we arrived my mom received a message from a woman by the name of Linda Gonzalez.
I later received knowledge that the woman is my Tia. The message sent was simple:
"Call your dad, he's sick."
My heart sunk. There were two factors that told me "sick" meant more than just "sick". One being, nothing pertaining my grandfather is good. Two, the way the sentence was phrased. You see, Lord, had he a case of the common cold or something along the lines, the message would be friendly with a surplus of information. Instead it was short, clipped, reluctant to reveal further information, and to top it of it seemed...sad.
I couldn't breakdown, I had to stay calm for her, my mom. I pushed my worries aside for her. After reading the message to her, I cannot tell you what her thought consisted of, though I'm sure you know. When we arrived at "Casa de Calderonies" I had to distance myself. I took a walk (more like paced) up and down their street. I am certain you remember my frantic, tear-filled prayers. That night mom told us about his cancer. I cried myself to sleep.
I still cry some nights I'm scared, God. Scared I'll lose him before getting a chance to know him. Scared that if he dies he'll... Please, God, be with him; his salvation.
There is still much more to tell, that will have to be for another time. I love you.
-Forever Your's,
StartARebellion
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A/N Hey guys. If you haven't noticed this letter is real, from me to God. He's doing better now, thank God. I wanted to share this, not for sympathy, because I'm doing better as well (again, thanks to God). I wanted to share this so that if any of you have a relative with cancer that you would know that I'm here for you. I know what it's like, so if you ever need anyone to talk to, I'm available, you can feel free to message me.
Until next time, my fellow rebels *tips imaginary hat*
p.s. The names were changed to protect privacy.
-StartARebellion
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Short StoryA collection of letters addressed to various different people. NOTE: this is a work of fiction, none of the letters are real...or are they.
