by Actually.A.Herondale » Sun Dec 11, 2011 4:14 pm
my dad died last year, on December 28, of T-cell Lymphoma that he got from breathing in the toxic fumes in Iraq, because he was in the Army. i'm only *a number between 8 and 99*, and this the first year knowing he won't be coming home. i was he died, on the same i was first thrown off a horse, and i think that the horse, Missy, KNEW what happened, and was preparing me for it, even if that sounds stupid. horses know...because she behaved for me from then on, until i moved. we moved into a new house in New York on his birthday, July 4.