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found out he was going to die. That it was going to happen
soon. That it was real. Then I thought about a lot of stuff.
Things I hadn't thought about for a long time. I guess I kind
of took him for granted or something. I mean, our parents are
just always there. You expect them to always be bugging you
to clean up your room or study harder or have good manners or
try new things to grow up to be a more well-rounded person one
day. And make you get up early on the weekend to have
"family time" and all that other stuff that used to drive me
crazy. I don't feel that way now. Everything's different since
Dad got his diagnosis. Since I realized that one day in the
near future, he might not be around to drive me crazy.