Friday; July 16, 2010, My daddy's suffering ended. He was diagnosed with colon cancer January 2009 and we found it was terminal Febuaray 2010. It was in his liver, blood stream, and lung. They gave him eight months to two years to live. But God had a different plan for him. My husband and I started trying to get pregnant that March so he could maybe get to see his first grandchild and, although we succeeded relatively quickly, he is now seeing them from heaven.
My step-sister had her baby that Saturday, when she was only 33 weeks along. (They are both doing great!) And although my step-mom says she wishes he could have held on to see her, we know it's better that his suffering is over and for her to have a grandbaby so close to this difficult time.
I miss him more than anything everyday but I'm so grateful that he is no longer in pain and he can ride his motorcycle in the most beautiful place, on the streets of gold.