Tomorrow will be the 15th anniversary of my daughters death. Only a few of my friends truly know what this is like. The rest of you are fortunate not to know. She died of leukemia, six months after her diagnosis. The treatment options at the time, did not take. It was like watching your child skydiving in slow motion with an unopened parachute. You can only pray that a miracle will save her, as you helplessly stand by. There is no way to prepare yourself for the impact. When she died, I felt the loss on a cellular level. I did not know that a body could survive grief of that magnitude. The lovely fairy child had passed from our world. All of the efforts I had made to raise her to be a decent human being, the sacrifices of a father, the sleepless nights, the jobs I was fired from because employers at the time did not tolerate single fathers taking time off from work to care for sick children, were all in vain. I failed to keep my child alive. I looked to the future wondering, what did I have to live for? Frank kept me sane and on track during the hardest time of my life. I always take April 1st off. I just walk through it like a dream. The next day I get on with my journey.
Posted on: Mon, 31 Mar 2014 13:13:47 +0000
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