Jul 27, 2011 - 1:26 pm
When I was 17, my mom died of breast cancer. When I was 42, my father died of prostate cancer. Cancer is all I have known since the age of 5. Premature death has been looming over my head since I can remember. Less than 2 years after losing my dad, the guy who knew me best, I find it very hard to make much sense in all that we do while making ends meet. I love my wife and kids so much, and I am dedicated to them. But, everything else and my interactions with other people seem like such a game, such B.S. Sort of feel like I'm falling into a Holden-Caufield attitude towards everyone/everything. This clarity feels like a curse.