We’ve all been effected by cancer.
Many of you know that my father died of cancer at the young age of 24. I was 2 1/2 when he passed away. All I have left of him are a few photos, a handful of letters, and stories.
Here we are after the cancer had already taken over. He was weak physically, but he still had a smile for his little girl. Me.
Cancer makes me sad. It makes me scared. It has already crept into my own life, and I wait for it to creep back. I’m not ready for it to take over.
Cancer took my father, but it brought me someone else.
Cancer gave me my Dad.
My mom remarried not long after my father died. She found another wonderful man who had lost his first wife to cancer. He took me in and made me his own daughter. He didn’t have to, but he did. He has been a wonderful dad and an even better Grandpa.
I was lucky enough to spend this last weekend with him.
I love you, Dad. I am sad that cancer took my first father, but I am grateful that God sent me you.
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