So today should be my dad's 56th birtday but-thanks to the cancer-he never made it past his 52nd birthday. Again thanks to the cancer, his final 3 birthdays sucked. For his 50th he learned he had cancer. For his 51st he learned his cancer was back. For 52nd he was dying.
January 5 will mark the 4th anniversary. FOUR YEARS . . . four years without my daddy.