small cell lung carcinoma
Dear Jason,
Today i want to tell you about your great grandmother.
Her name was Pauline Whitfield, she was a loving wife, a caring grandmother, and a smoker. She died from lung cancer.
This was the last recording she ever made. I want you to hear it.
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My grandmother died before she could meet you… and i regret that…. because she would have adored you. You would have been able to know her love. The warmth that only she could provide. If only she had not been a smoker.
At this point, everyone in your life is a smoker. your parents, grandparents, uncles and aunts.
Yes, even me.
I don’t want you to have to feel that you lost someone too soon.
So, as i am writing this i am smoking my last cigarette.
I am quitting because i love you, and want to be in your life for a very long time. I hope that i am not too late.
Read MoreI’m scared
Dear Jason,
There is something you need to understand. Sometimes real men get scared. Sometimes even I get scared. Sometimes… When I think of your future, I get terrified. I think of all the things that could go wrong.
I want you to know that I fight everyday to make sure you have the best life possible. To make sure you have a happy healthy home life. To make sure that you are surrounded by people who love you. I want you to grow up knowing, without a doubt, that your parents love you, will protect you, and want nothing but the best for you.
I think what frightens me most is the thought that something may happen to me. That I may not be there for you.
Though if something should happen, know that everything will still be alright.
Read MoreI did not die.
Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there; I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow,
I am the sun on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning’s hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circling flight.
I am the soft starlight at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there; I did not die.
today is a new day.
Dear Jason,
Over the course of your life you will develop passions for ideas, philosophies, memories, or for certain material possessions. You may find that over time those passions will begin to fade. You may find that your passion has turned into a routine, that you don’t actually care about them anymore… you have just developed a habit. A habit that is difficult to break.
You do not have much time in this world, we all die suddenly. Embrace your ideas. Make them a part of you, but tread cautiously… because if you are not careful you may become them. They may turn you into a person that you never thought you could be.
I have often pondered the meaning of life. Why are we here? What is the purpose of our short, rather insignificant lives? After many late nights of introspective contemplation… this is the closest thing to an answer i can come up with. Live your life so that you may make at least one other person truly happy. If everyone were to live this way, there would be peace.
With Love,
your father.
About Me
Having grown up in the sweltering Florida heat, George enjoys staying indoors, and air conditioning. A Level 7 Elvish Photoshop Mage with +10 Dropshadow Power, George specializes in visual design & interaction design — two fancy terms he uses to make himself sound important and to explain that he cares about both how things look and how things work.