Life is beautiful. Death, not so much. [ 2006-07-19, 7:26 p.m. ]

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My dad said today that he doesn't want to know how long he has to live and he doesn't want people praying for him because there is no God in his world. In almost the same breath he mentioned seeing his mother again...and my sister, who died in infancy. The irony of this was not lost on him. I told him he better say one little prayer for forgiveness or he'll be seeing our obnoxious ex-neighbor in hell instead of his loved ones. He laughed.
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My sister's anger comes through the phone line and feels like heat on my skin. I don't know how to talk to her when she's like this. After speaking with her tonight, it was all I could do to keep from throwing the phone against the wall in frustration. I wish she could see how she's hurting my mom. I wish she could see how she's hurting herself.
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I also wish I could get the burning ache out of my stomach.
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