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My Dad

  • Date Submitted: 07/13/2011 01:44 PM
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seemed like time stopped when I heard the news, my heart seemed to stop beating and

after hearing no cure I just went numb all over. I could not believe my best friend

growing up was going to pass away and there was nothing I could do about it. He always

took away all my pain and here was my chance to take away his pain and I couldn’t do it.
January 21 2005 was a day that made me the person who I am today. A stronger,

wiser person than I was the day before. The hardest thing I ever had to do was sit in my

dad’s doctor office and hear him tell my dad that he had cancer and only months to live.

At first, I thought he was kidding until he told us that there was no cure for cancer. It

After taking my dad and mom home, I left to go get my son off the school bus. As I was

driving down 480 I cried and prayed that the doctors were wrong that it couldn’t be my

dad that had cancer.

  After going home and talking about my dad with my husband and son, we came to the

agreement that after my son went to school I would head to my dad’s house and help

anyway I could. For example, taking him to the doctors, cutting the grass or just taking

him to the park. When my dad was having a good day and could be left alone with one of

his sisters, I would take my mom to the store (since she could not drive) just to get her

out and spend some time with her. I would head home to get my son from school and

pick my husband up at work. We all would go back to my dad’s house so my son could

spend time with his grandpa. My dad and son were very close and I knew my dad seeing

his grandson would cheer him up. They would sit on the couch and watch cartoons and

fall asleep together.

  On July 3rd 2005 my dad had to have surgery due to him getting an infection. My mom

and I sat at the hospital waiting to hear word about my dad. Hours later the doctors came

into the room and informed me that he could not do the...

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