Dad has 2-3 months to live. The cancer has beaten him; it's become aggressive and today we found out there's nothing else they can do. I'm utterly heartbroken and this is the worst day of my life, but that is soon to be surpassed by another day, 2-3 months down the line, when I think this sense of pain and emptiness might just be too much for any of us.
Played a covers gig, good money but my heart wasn't really in it. I mean, when the person you spend your whole life trying to impress, the person you look up to the most, is dying, what's the point in any of this?
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