At 38, you came to me with your eyes wide and tears ready to fall. Only three times had I ever seen you cry. Once at Matthew's funeral back when we were 18, once when you were talking about your mother's funeral when we were 21, and once when I told you I was pregnant with Isaiah. It's strange to see you so… common. You were always a strong individual, even when life kicked you in the shin, you seemed as if there was nothing you couldn't handle.
But I guess handling cancer really isn't easy.
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IMSORRYIMSORRYIMSORRYIMSORRYIMSORRY
YOUALLKNEWITWASCOMINGOKAY
BUTIMSORRY
-katie-
