You got her body. I got her love. Alastair got her spirit. And God got her soul.
You distracted her for a year. I had her for 15. God gets her for eternity. Hell, even Alastair had her longer than you.
You got our tears, but you couldn't even fill a fucking pond with the collective tears of the hundreds who wept for her. I could fill an ocean with my love.
You got death, where I got life. I have a beautiful son whom you can't touch (don't test me).
And what do you have to show for it? Nothing. I have the memories and the joy, and Alastair looks just like her.
Amanda taught me how to reason critically, how to love, and how to be a good husband and father. She taught you that you were a chump to be laughed at and made light of. She taught you that you couldn't stop her.
If ever I worked so hard to gain so little, I'd be humiliated. So yeah: joke's on you, leukemia. Punk.
And the best part? She's not even sick any more. Man, you suck. If I were you, I'd probably go jump off a cliff or something.
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18 comments:
Yeah, leukemia, you bitch-ass bitch. You ugly. You smell bad. And yo mama dress you funny.
Preach, brother! Preach!
Amen.
Also, leukemia has fat ankles. And stupid hair.
YES! This is wonderful and true:)
This is pretty much the single most amazing thing ever. Seriously, this kicks ungodly amounts of ass.
A to the men! Leukemia has cankles and terrible, terrible B.O.
I'm a lurker, but a very sorry lurker. And I'll put a kick-me sign on Leukemia's back, should I meet it.
Leukemia is such a bully, and we know what happens to bullies!
*fighting tears* Word
Might I borrow this? My motherless mother will find comfort I cant even imagine.
Lil A really does look just like Manda, and I get a goofy smile and a bunch of happy, funny memories every time I see a picture of him. Every time I think of cancer? I picture the greasy fat kid with pre-pubescent acne who always has a runny nose and never gets picked for teams in gym. Man, that kid is such a loser.
Leukemia you fucking pussy! Oops...and now for something that your little Alistair can read someday...leukemia didn't kill your mom...the spectacular beauty of consciousness beyond this plane (and it must be spectacular to turn her head from the wonder of you and the deep and enduring love of your dad) enticed her to a place where she can be with you in new and most exciting ways.She's right there...see?
My love to both of you.
I am so glad you're at this point; AML took our niece at the ripe old age of 21 almost five years ago. We knew it was a punk-ass bitch back then and it's nice to see nothing has changed. Probably still rocking the mullet, too.
Beautiful--just beautiful!
You totally pwned that piece-of-shit leukemia!
Cancer is noob! Can I get a witness?!?!
This post is a thing to behold. Your strength is amazing.
dude, you make me cry. this was awesome.
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