Jaimee had told me that she talked to your dad just after his birthday. We had just received that horrible news that modern medicine had given up and they were sending you to Hospice. Your sweet daddy took this news so unbelievably hard. He came to visit you shortly after on his birthday. You scribbled on your white board, "HAPPY BIRTHDAY DAD" . His heart melted. He told Jaimee, "there is nothing worth celebrating." But you my dear knew better. . even in pain, your life hanging by a thread you wanted your daddy to know his life was worth celebrating.
He told me the story later wiping tears from his eyes. My goodness we miss you. Every day. . 1000 times a day.
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