Worst bar story ever

My oldest friend's father has been diagnosed with cancer. We were, to be sure, the happiest customers at the bar.

For years, we joked we shared a brain. Tonight we were strange opposites. His girlfriend is starting to want children. After nursing his mother through illness and with his father now ill, he fears the burden of responsibility to children: that one day, they'll be in his position. Trying to cheer him up, I told him first how that level of maturity made me sure he'd be good as a father. And we talked about how I'd like kids but can't seem to get past the fears of the things that might actually get me there.

Seriously, didn't trips for Christmas once involve whole moments sans angst?


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Anonymous said...

Lessee ... my holidays have included a murder in my family, with the attendant funeral/grief/anger ... getting trapped in an epic snow storm ... the solidification of a family estrangement ... the friggin' MLA ...

As far as I can tell, the holidays are just a condensation of all the horrible crap of the rest of the year.

Hope you & your friend found some solace in drinks and company!

December 31, 2009 at 11:35 AM
Dr. Curmudgeon said...

To say I'm sorry to hear that your holidays have been so rough doesn't begin to cut it. Hopefully there was some solace out there for you as well.

January 1, 2010 at 7:36 AM