Just recently I got a call from my estranged father that he has stage 4 skin cancer. He really hasn't been there at all for me and I stopped taking his calls three months ago when he to me he wanted my ma to abort me. That she did vodoo and this other nonsense when she took him to the cleaners in child support.

Can't help but feel a sense of loss over the relationship that we should've had as father and son that never fomed. It puts into perspective just how fleetingly fragile life is. That it can compromised within a moments notice by the reaper's scythe looming above us all but we get distracted by empty pursuits. Be it money by working 12hr shifts, hordes of aroused women, or power it just seems so futile in the reality of it all. Can his current predicament be overcome or should I prepare for the worse?