Prince

I swear this year is starting off on a very somber note. When it rains it pours...

I got a call from my sister a couple of days ago to tell me that Delando(Prince), our father is dying. Apparently, he has lung cancer which is spreading to his heart. One of his lungs is threatening to collapse any day now and he will have to be on life support.

I am his oldest daughter and I barely know the man. Still it is so hard to be completely heartless about the situation because I still love him. I want to tell him to kiss my ass but I can't. There were so many times when I needed him but he was not there. He is an entertaining liar, typgraphical drug addict who sired 15 children who he tried and did not try to support. Thank god my mother only had me.

When I hear his voice, it sends me back to the years when he used to tell me ally types of stories and used to facinate my young mind. I still love him. He is 49 this year and probally won't make it to 50, which is still so young. When I spoke to him he still had that bounce to his voice that I remember, which I can't tell whether or not it is a charade to protect my feelings or whether he is trying to convince hisself that his impending death is all in his imagination. I can't tell. I hate that it still hurts.