Wrote this on Jan 28, 2007

My Dad is the greatest man I have ever known.

Yesterday, my cat died, a few weeks before that my dog died. They both lived on my parents farm. My son loved them both. Not as much as he loves his grandpa. Last night he started talking about Sophie and Sadie (the cat and the dog). I don't have the heart to try to explain to him what happened.

Then he was looking at pictures this morning of my dad and him at his birthday last year. He told me that when grandpa feels better they are going to go ride bike. I realized I am going to have to explain that too.

My best friend told me that my Dad did his job, and what ever happens will be ok. Because he raised his daughter, loved his wife, watched his son turn into a man (that someone is finally willing to marry, god bless Jessica), and got to meet his beautiful grandson, that he did his job and it will be ok.

It just seems like there is SO much more to do, and days where I feel like I can't do it without him. We find out what the chemo has been doing besides making him miserable in about 3 weeks. Come on God, now would be a good time, thank you for what you have given me, but I think we still need some more time.