“He wasn’t just her dad. That man was her best friend. He would have moved mountains for her. He did gymnastics with her. He let her put his very short hair in ponytails. He baked cupcakes with her, every Sunday night. And then one summer night, he died holding her hand. She woke up, crawled across the floor, pulled herself up to stand on shaky legs, and decided enough was enough.”
‘She didn’t want to talk about it or deal with it. Mix teen hormones in and you have a recipe for disaster.’: Widow celebrates daughter’s strength after husband’s passing, gets wink from heaven
‘My mom was due for her annual mammogram, but her doctor reassured her it wasn’t really necessary. She was a low risk patient. But my mom thought, ‘I might as well.’’
“That split-second decision and that appointment Halloween day would soon change the course of our lives forever.”
