Breakdown

here we are, enjoying the afternoon, you get up out of your chair, and leave the room. 'my fault', 'if i wouldn't have had cancer', 'why would anyone want to look at this, when i can't even stand to look at it myself?' hearing these words, hearing you cry, seeing the tears fall, kissing your salty cheek, from the tears streaming down your cheek. knowing this is hard for you, and your trying to be strong. but for me to be strong with you, seems impossible. the times like this is when, i just want to sit and cry with you. but i can't. i HAVE to be strong. not only for the family, but for me and you. especially for you. i can't let you see the fear in my eyes, the afraid. you have been there, through everything. through the sore throats, hospitals, divorces. through everything it's my turn. my turn to be the strong one. people ask 'who says you have to be the strong one?' I DO. you have seen my tears the past 3 years. all of the tears through out my life. it's my turn to dry yours. EVERYTHING is going to be ok. time will heal all things. this one is just going to take a little. more. time.