I am crying like a baby now. I hope no one comes in the office for awhile. That was beautiful. My father passed away July 30, 2003 at age 60. He had cancer. His last wish was not to be put in a nursing home. The doctors only gave him 3 months to live. So we kept him at home. My mother, sister and I took care of him. The cancer went to his brain. Sometimes it was like taking care of a child. This message hit right at home. Thanks for sharing. |