This image of my dad was taken around 2012, can't remember exactly, but it was the first time I had gone to visit my Gramps' "marker". He was cremated so this is just a memorial type deal. I don't remember what year he died but it was way before this was taken. I'd never visited the marker because I had no idea it existed.
The Lawson's deal with death in an interesting way and it seems to be genetic and possibly a carry over from the mid-west in the early 20th century. We kind of just ignore it. We know it's inevitable and we know its sucks but there's no use talking about it. In fact, there's not much use in talking about anything. Just sit on the rocker and let it happen how it's going to happen.
It's been almost six years since cancer got my dad and in that six years it took two of my uncles and is about to take my younger cousin. She's only in her 40's and has been dealing with it for quite some time. Of course, "they" don't really have an answer as to the cause but "they" have no problem telling her that she only has a couple of months.Â
When I started formulating this post in my head last week, the focus was all about what caused it and how to possibly prevent it and to plead with you guys to stop consuming this and that but, as I started writing, the "Lawson" in me kicked in and I came to the conclusion that there's no use talking about it. I know that's not true. I'm one of the few Lawson's that has had therapy to deal with shit but I still like to take my sweet time.
So, for now, all I have to say is FUCKKKKK cancer.
