Today is different. Today I found out that my poppa's cancer has spread all through his body. I wonder why such a bad thing could happen to my poppa. I wonder what bad he ever done. He already fought cancer before. Why did it need to come back? Our family is so out of gear. Besides my dad that passed away before I was born, and a few other distant cousins this is the first really bad thing our family has had to face. Well not for my mom because she lost the love of her life, but now she has to deal with her father dying. I never knew my father i can only imagine how this is going to affect her. I am not to sure how to deal with this. The worst part is that I am thousands of miles away from home. To top it all off, I do not think I will be able to go home. 1 I cant afford it, 2 I have school. I just wanna be home to support my poppa. To comfort my mom and family. Now I finally realize how big of a thing cancer is, how evil it is.
My Poppa D is a hero. He did so many good things in his life so far. Poppa is a member of the Tower Road Fire Department and has been for most of his life. He saved lives and put of so many fires. Why does he have to go through this. I lost one of my best friends before. This is different for some reason. It hurts so bad to see my family hurting, I can hear that sadness in my moms voice when i talk to her on the phone. I just wish I could do something to save my poppa's life. To stop the evil that is taking him away. I sit here now and listen to a song my poppa sung while I was home for Christmas. A warm tear rolls down my face. I am not sad because it is my poppa I am listening to, I am happy because I think back to that day. I was mad when I woke up that day. Went to my aunts for a family supper. Sat by Poppa almost the whole night. He kept complaining about his leg and that he was not feeling good. My uncle asked him to play the accordion. This was a tradition our family loved when poppa would play. That day was different though, poppa said he could not play today. That he was not in the mood. We were all very shocked he would never turn a chance down to play the accordion. So we all went about, chatting, telling stories. A few minutes had passed. Then I decided to go chat with my cousin in the computer room. Talk about old times. Then there it was the music of the accordion. Even though Poppa was very sick that day he still played. Just to make us happy and keep the tradition going. That made me so happy, made my day. Made the warm tear run down my face. I will always have the recording but Id do anything to save my poppa.
