My dad has skin cancer. Looks like it was all successfully removed in surgery and he’s having radiotherapy to be sure it’s gone.
He’s really positive about it. I have no reason not to believe him. He doesn’t generally mask his feelings.
I borrowed his jet washer. When I gave it back I must’ve missed the bit of rope that was holding the hose together.
My dad is the only person I know who has rope (probably, I don’t talk about rope much). It’s really old with duct tape stopping the ends from fraying. And it’s dirty.
I’ve kept it. If the worst happens I want this bit of rope. My dad is a mender/maker/DIYer. This rope totally represents him.
But now I’m holding it and I can’t stop crying.
Am I weird?