Nine Months

Two weeks ago the worst two weeks of my life began.  Actually they began nine months ago when Dad came home from work early one day.  Really early.  He walked into the house  and said “I might have cancer”.  That was the first time we cried.  We haven’t stopped crying yet.

Dad did what he needed to do.  He fought the whole damn nine months.  He refused to ever consider even for a second that this was a battle he couldn’t win.  He looked to the future, he tried whatever options were available to him and he was the husband and father we knew and loved right to the end.

To the bestest Dad in the world, you are my hero xxxx



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I live in rural Auckland, New Zealand. Two boys, one big, one not so big and 2 boy dogs belong to me and I them. I love Coca Cola in all of its sugar-less forms and I love you internet. I take way too many pictures of my kids and collect them all here. This is what I am doing when I should be cleaning or cooking or doing other 'useful' things.

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  1. Jack family,
    My thoughts are with you in this very difficult time. Melissa, your dad sounds like he was an amazing person; he did a wonderful job in raising you.


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