14 years ago today you died…

For 15 months you bravely fought for your life. Enduring months of chemotherapy and a very painful Bone Marrow Transplant.

And though it all, you held onto hope.

I watched you lose your hair. I watched your 200lb frame drop to an alarming 150lbs. I watched as you held Stephanie Jo, kissing her baby head and telling her how much you would always Love her… I Cried…

And I held onto my secret.

I wanted to tell you more than you could know. But what should have brought you joy, would have only brought you pain.

You trusted me when you told me you were out of remission to hold your secret. I told no one…

10 days later you were gone. And part of me went with you -

The only thing I remember about your funeral is holding onto my stomach and wishing I had told you about my pregnancy.

Forgive me!

I didn’t want to see you cry for a Grandbaby you would never hold.

And the hardest thing is – I still cry when I talk about you.

You said that time heals all wounds… You must not have meant a broken heart…

I Love you Dad!

And I miss you…


BJ~