20 months is not a kissing day
Ronan. Today I woke up knowing it was the 9th. 20 months without you. I hate today so much. Your daddy woke up in the best mood ever. I know this is not true, but in my psychotic mind, it was. He was singing in the shower, Ronan. Singing?!?! Can you believe…All good things are wild and free, angels, anger, arizona, AZ, best friends, bullshit, Cancer, Chemotherapy, childhood cancer, Conditions and Diseases, Danger Day, doctors, dreams, Energy, F U 20 months, F U Cancer, faith, Family, friends, friendship, happiness, Health, honesty, I love you to the moon and back, life, love, maya thompson, Music, Neuroblastoma, Phoenix, Rockstar Ronan, Ronan, sadness, sloan kettering, Star Wars, strength, The Ronan Thompson Foundation, true love, truth, twins, woody thompson
Stuck on the Top of a Mountain in the Middle of a Haboob. A Haboob. Google it. It’s real.
Ronan. I made it through today. But tomorrow has to come now, too. The 9th. 16 months. Oh, and don’t forget August 13th, your diagnoses day. It’s always something around here. What choice do I have but to keep rolling with the punches? I don’t. This fucking bullshit grief/bereaved parent/life thing is such fucking bullshit.…A Haboob (google it. it’s real), angels, anger, arizona, AZ, best friends, bullshit, Cancer, Chemotherapy, childhood cancer, Childhood Disease, Conditions and Diseases, Danger Day, Energy, F U 16 months tomorrow, F U Cancer, faith, Health, honesty, i love you, I love your daddy, inferno night hiking, kindness of strangers, Little Miss Sunshine with a Black Cloud, maya thompson, Neuroblastoma, new york city, Parenting, phoenix children’s hospital, Religion & Spirituality, ro, RoChuch, Rockstar Ronan, signs, Star Wars
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