It's been seven years since I sighed as the doctor brought the news of remission. And now I sigh again. For twenty years you have been my guardian angel, catching me when I fall, holding me when I hurt, and helping me climb to great heights. You have made me the strong and determined person that I am today.

Twenty years is such a short time. They say that only when a persons purpose in life is complete do they depart the earth. I know now that your job was to guide me through the rough waters. I have made it through, but I would gladly go back and row upstream again just to give you purpose.

You have become my best friend, I love you more than life and love and happiness or any thing on this god-forsaken earth. I would give anything to have you in my life forever. And now they tell me you are dying. It's as though we are counting down, counting down the minutes until you are gone.

I hate cancer. It has stolen the one thing in my life that I love. It has stolen you. It has stolen the very breath from your body, your very will to live, and soon it will steal you very life. WHY? No one can answer my questions.

I don't know what I will do when you are gone. I have never know anything else. All I have ever been is Pappy's girl. I will see you in heaven Pappy, may the angels embrace you.

I love you,