Im a Daddy's girl, how could I not be? Not only is he my dad he was my artist, a chef, an intellect, a builder, a story teller, a horsey back ride, my hero. That year he was diagnosed with an acute leukemia that was found commonly in 66yr olds.. He was 40. We were told he might make 10yrs with chemotherapy, radiation & guinea pig medication trial treatments. The months before treatment started, every night I would lay in my bed & wait for my parents to go to sleep, then I'd take my boomerang pillow & curl up at their bedroom door because I thought he might die while he slept, then I'd cry myself to sleep asking God if he was real why did he want to take my Daddy away? What had he done wrong? We were a church every Sunday, catholic family & I was even a proud alter girl (yeh that's right I was the kid in the robe next to the priest, can you believe it!? Oh you don't know how I turned out yet if you keep reading the irony will amuse you as it still does me) we were good people, Dad didn't deserve this.. As I was trying to make sense of it all, I was oblivious that the next reality check was coming hard & fast before I hit my teens. It was bigger, badder & life altering. Trust me when I say I've been shown that when there's only one footprint in the sand God isn't carrying you, they tell you that to make you feel better, reality is you're just doing it on your own. The only person that has got me where I am today is me because I learnt the hard way early that the only person you can ever truly rely on is yourself.
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Non-FictionPeople keep telling me that this life of 27yrs that I somehow continue to embrace with positivity, is intriguing & somewhat fascinating to the ordinary person but hey, you'll be the judge of that. I've always been different, it's a curse & a blessin...
