no, im not about to talk about my boyfriend.
no im not about to talk about my guy best friend.
no im not about to talk about my biggest celebrity crush.
yes, i am about to talk about my dad.
me on the left in 6th grade, him in the middle, oldest sister on the right.
the summer before 6th grade, my dad was diagnosed with a cancer that only 20-25 people in the world had. no one told me about that. i knew it was rare but not that rare.
so he was put on chemo, but in november 09 they took him off of chemo, his cancer wasnt growing or going away or fighting him, they called it “lazy cancer.”
so throughout the next year until may, he would go to the hospital for 2 or 3 nights because he wasnt hydrated or wasnt like having enough potassium or something dumb like that.
but, he always got better. and i stapled that in my head, and wouldnt let go of that.
in may, he was diagnosed with diabetes, but i knew he would be okay, it runs in the family anyway, and remember, he always gets better, right?
in the end of june 2010 i went to a one week camp from sunday-friday while my mom and my sister were in nicarauga on a mission trip and on friday when my daddy picked me up he was really dizzy and was in really bad shape.
lets just say my best friend was my dad. he was always there for me, and he always went to everything for me. every parent meeting, every soccer game, every solo i sang, every choir concert, everything. he knew things my best friend will never even know. he knew things that i couldnt tell my mom or sister.
he was the one i went to for boy help, school help, and friend help. he was my everything.
anyway, that sunday when i got home from camp, i had to leave again for another camp for two weeks, and i still hadnt seen my sister and mom. they were in nicarauga til that tuesday. so, i went to camp and my dad took me.
on the way we were screaming hey soul sister in the car, it was hilarious.
when we got to camp it was the hardest goodbye ever, and it was my 3rd summer at camp! i was like bro what the heck why do i wanna cry..haha
anyway, so that tuesday he was put in the hospital again and i didnt know. it was the day my mom and sister got home, and they didnt even email me or send me a letter telling me he was there.
the next tuesday after worship service my counseler pulled me aside and said i had to pack because my dad was in the hospital and i had to go home.
no one ever went home early. i was actually mad because i thought he was in there for like a day. i was like wow mom dad always gets better why are you picking me up early..
the car ride was dead silent.
i got to the hospital & there he was, he was lying there, with a breathing mask covering half of his face.
“you made my day just by walking in here.”
thats the first thing he said to me.
my mom told me he had been in there for a week, his cancer spread to his lungs, and they gave him a blood transfusion and it didnt match his blood type. it attacked his lungs.
that saturday morning, july 17 2010, my daddy died. i miss you so much daddy. you have no clue. i know your always watching for me up there. dont rest in peace, watch me in the sky <3
