But... I couldn't read his writing on the card really. I made out hope all is going well with school but that's about all. His writing is messy because he has Parkinsons... and it hit me. He was diagnosed with Parkinsons when I was really young. It's been something I've always known, but never REALLY thought about it. I mean, I learned all about it. I know that there is no cure and stuff. It just suddenly got to me, right now. He's not getting better. He's always been pretty bad... but... I just feel so horrible. I don't want to lose my dad. Last winter, my parents were on a vacation in Yosemite. My dad went out to the car, and after a few minutes my mom got worried and went out looking for him. She found that he had tripped and fallen and couldn't go anywhere because he couldn't walk. He could've died.

I don't understand how I feel right now. He's not dead. He's not about to die. He's not even really horribly disabled or anything. It's not as bad as other people's parents, or lack thereof. Just thinking about it really, really upsets me...

I want to fly back to California... and tell my parents that I love them...