The man I want to be...
My dad.

After fighting leukemia for 12 years without any fuss whatsoever, he finally succumbed to the disease.

Even worse than seeing his lifeless body was watching the undertakers taking it out...I cried like I've never done before (tearing up a little as I write this).

Then, 3 months later, my sister died from cancer.

To round off the year, my ankle got broken in a New Year's Eve fracas.

Sorry for no humour etc.
( snee held his breath since, Thu 28 Feb 2008, 13:39, Reply)