Happy birthday, Dad. I am beyond proud of how far you’ve come. Every day without Mom is a challenge we never expected to face. Thank you for still standing for me, for Bubba, but mostly for yourself. Without the heart of our home, the bones still stand. Today, we celebrate you and the victory of being officially cancer-free. My only wish for you is that Mom could see that the battle she fought so hard for you and all of us is finally over. And that one day, we all get to see that genuine smile we all love cross your face again. I’ll be here till it does. Thankful I got a glimpse of it today. 🤍
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On November 14th, my world stopped spinning. It had only been 17 days since you were diagnosed. 17 days spent doing anything I could to fight for you the way you always fought for me. To take the pain away. To stop the inevitable. 17 days of admiring all that you are as a mother and as my best friend. 17 short days to wrap my head around my worst nightmare coming true as I felt helpless. There are no amount of words or pictures I have to describe how irreplaceable our bond is. I feel lost without her. I’m scared to live a life feeling like the joy of my future left with her. I am in shock. My heart is shattered, my brain is in survival mode, and I can physically feel every ounce of my being going numb to cope with this loss. I would’ve done anything to trade places with her. To save her. Every day, she held her head high and continued to remind me that the strength I witnessed also lies within me and to keep mine up, too. I know this pit in my stomach will never subside—that this isn’t a nightmare I can wake up from—but for her, I will try. So that if there is a sign that she’s still with me, I won’t miss it. Mom, I miss you so fucking much. You are the strongest woman I’ve ever known. Wherever you are, find the white sandy beaches and save me some shark’s teeth. Until we hug again.. I love you, love me. 🤍
On November 14th, my world stopped spinning. It had only been 17 days since you were diagnosed. 17 days spent doing anything I could to fight for you the way you always fought for me. To take the pain away. To stop the inevitable. 17 days of admiring all that you are as a mother and as my best friend. 17 short days to wrap my head around my worst nightmare coming true as I felt helpless. There are no amount of words or pictures I have to describe how irreplaceable our bond is. I feel lost without her. I’m scared to live a life feeling like the joy of my future left with her. I am in shock. My heart is shattered, my brain is in survival mode, and I can physically feel every ounce of my being going numb to cope with this loss. I would’ve done anything to trade places with her. To save her. Every day, she held her head high and continued to remind me that the strength I witnessed also lies within me and to keep mine up, too. I know this pit in my stomach will never subside—that this isn’t a nightmare I can wake up from—but for her, I will try. So that if there is a sign that she’s still with me, I won’t miss it. Mom, I miss you so fucking much. You are the strongest woman I’ve ever known. Wherever you are, find the white sandy beaches and save me some shark’s teeth. Until we hug again.. I love you, love me. 🤍
On November 14th, my world stopped spinning. It had only been 17 days since you were diagnosed. 17 days spent doing anything I could to fight for you the way you always fought for me. To take the pain away. To stop the inevitable. 17 days of admiring all that you are as a mother and as my best friend. 17 short days to wrap my head around my worst nightmare coming true as I felt helpless. There are no amount of words or pictures I have to describe how irreplaceable our bond is. I feel lost without her. I’m scared to live a life feeling like the joy of my future left with her. I am in shock. My heart is shattered, my brain is in survival mode, and I can physically feel every ounce of my being going numb to cope with this loss. I would’ve done anything to trade places with her. To save her. Every day, she held her head high and continued to remind me that the strength I witnessed also lies within me and to keep mine up, too. I know this pit in my stomach will never subside—that this isn’t a nightmare I can wake up from—but for her, I will try. So that if there is a sign that she’s still with me, I won’t miss it. Mom, I miss you so fucking much. You are the strongest woman I’ve ever known. Wherever you are, find the white sandy beaches and save me some shark’s teeth. Until we hug again.. I love you, love me. 🤍
