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My father died when I was 14 and now that I'm 26, I do miss him. Yet, It's not the most pressing issue right now. My mother is ill and her health is failing. She is nearly 65 and not in great shape physically.

She's lost a lot through her life. We all have. She's under a lot of stress to get well, that it's killing her.

I should mention these people are not my real parents. These are my foster parents. My real parents have both passed on.

The relationship Ive had with my foster mother has been very up and down since my foster dad passed. She needs support now, more than ever.

I can only support her the best I can. If I believed in God, I'd probably be praying right now. Our little family has been through a lot. It seems like its neverending. Only death can really seperate us all. 

To live within this story, is pretty heartbreaking. All the fear and pain underneath it all, may never come to the surface. I never thought we would have to live through this story. Yet, this story is ours and unlike other peoples stories...but also very similar to some.

I can only lend my strength to my family. Whatever i have been blessed with, may come to some use someday.

All this needs is reflection, a calm moment and dedication to loving our family. 

It's time for me to be a man and give something back to the person who has worked hard for us. 

To the bitter end...