Where do I begin, I guess the day my daddy told me he had cancer in 1998. I took the news really well and knew he would beat it. Unfortunatly I didn't know what esophogeal cancer was. I learned all about it rather quickly. Then I knew it would be the end of his life, and the end of a life I loved. Sadly my daddy passed away in April 2003 with me by his side holding him. That was the darkest day in my life. My daddy, my hero, one of my best friends, and my protector died, gone and not coming back. My mother was a trouper through the whole thing, not only being his wife, but his soulmate, lover, and best friend.
Julie Part 1
Julie Part 1