My father died in my arms several years ago
(i took care of him his last years since he had cancer and got many different illnesses each year, diabetes, several surgeries, heart and liver problems etc). I managed to keep him alive until he passed as an 88 year old.
Kwon, how come
both of your parents 'died in your arms'? Are you some sort of overly affectionate cream-puff with the emotional regulation of a trisomic child, or was there something else going on? I mean, you didn't kill these nikkas, did you? Pooh parr?
