Max: I see. Well, I guess It's time I told you about my father. *looks out the window*
When I got home, things were relatively easy for about a month. I should have seen the signs that something was wrong though. See, he's a professor at this kind of school for older people called a "university". And we've heard the term "absent minded professor". I don't think we ever suspected anything bad. He just started getting forgetful and, well, absentminded. We didn't really think anything of it. And then the coughing started. He would get these bad coughing fits. We'd give him tea, but it didn't help. He just kept gretting weaker and weaker.......we didn't understand what was happening.
Then, about a week before he died, he could barely get out of bed. After a day of pretty much doing everything for him, we took him to one of those muggle doctor people. They told us he was suddenly terminally ill with this muggle disease that they hadn't found a cure for yet. Melody can probably tell you about it. They call it "cancer" They predicted he had a month left to live. He didn't last the week.
His death was slow and painful. At the end of the week, one of those muggle doctors were over at our house checking on him when he called us into his room. We talked for an hour, maybe two. He explained a lot of stuff. Told us a few stories about Mum. Then I sent Tony and the muggle doctor out of the room because I knew he was dying and I watched him die alone.
I didn't invite you guys to the funeral because.....well......even though I knew I would appreciate your support, I wanted to....... I guess I wanted to pretend none of this had happened or that everiything was just the same and was going to stay the same. I didn't do anything for the funeral. Uncle Amos took care of it all. I'm lucky to have him.............*trails off*