Dear Dad

RuralGoneUrban-ColonCancer

Today would have been your 52nd birthday. Instead, 26 years ago you tapped out on your battle with colon cancer.

And, today, on Elsie’s due date - your birthday - I hold my newborn baby knowing I have cancer in my body.

Damn.

I get it now.

I get your heartbreak.

Your anger.

The “please don’t get this from me” prayers.

I get it.

NewBornBabyTaylor

I get the good days mixed in with the bad ones.

I get the staying in the moments for just a little bit longer.

I get it.

And I’m sorry you had to go through this.

I’m sorry you have to watch me go through this.

I’m sorry anyone has to go through this.

I'm just … I just … I get it.