Okay so as if my life couldn't get any worse or any more shit happen to me between this year and last of course more has to happen. Last Wednesday, August 1st my fiancee and I broke up, for good and I also found out that Papa Bear (one of my best friend's dads) who has been battling cancer for six months had only a week left.

The cancer had started in his left lung and moved to his kidney. About three weeks ago the day after his daughter's graduation party, he went to the hospital and there he stayed, the week before the graduation party he went to a routine check up and they discovered that the cancer had spread to his brain, spine and liver. The day I found out that he had a week, his wife; said that he was acting more like himself than he had in six months and I knew at that moment he was going to be gone within 24 hrs.

I took my daughter and son to the hospital the next morning to say our goodbyes. Mama Bear wanted wallet sized pictures of all the adopted grandbabies to be buried including my two. While at the hospital, my two friends called me in a row and said that my other friend's mother who was dying of lung cancer as well was in the hospital and that the doctors she didn't have much time left so my friend wanted all of us up there to say our goodbyes.

I then dropped my kids off and headed toward the other hospital to say my goodbyes to my friend's mom. Ten seconds from the hospital I get a call from my other friend that his father has passed. I didn't even get to say goodbye to my other friend's mom she was too far gone and she died on Friday around 3pm. So Sunday and Monday was services and burial of Papa Bear and Tuesday was Malinda's. So RIP Papa Bear and Malinda; I wasn't as close to Malinda as I was Papa Bear but she was there for me when my friend Justin and Uncle Pat died.

I miss and love you both!