Oh, Vortex. I'm so sorry.
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Fuck I'm sorry. Strength to his family and you and all who loved him.
I'm so sorry, Vortex. There's no cancer that isn't evil, but, God, colon cancer is one of the worst. I'm so sorry for your loss.
Fuck cancer indeed. So sorry, Vortex.
I just found out a friend's father died, and I can't think of anything to write. I'll probably end up falling back on Walt Whitman.
"A facility for quotation covers the absence of original thought." ~ Dorothy L. Sayers
Thanks, all. I've been waiting for a call or email for a while now, so I'm okay. I sent up a quick prayer for my dad to be on the lookout. Of course, knowing my dad, he'll ask Paul why he never asked me out :)
Fuck cancer.
And fuck Aims' fucking uncle fucker.
Fuck.
I disagree with Sayers completely.
Vortex, I am sorry.
Vortex, Ginger, so sorry about the sad news.
I'm sorry, Vortex. And Aims.
I am so sorry for your loss, Vortex. Fuck cancer, indeed.