A journal entry from June 4, 2009:
I saw my dad today. I could not believe my eyes. I took his hand and he held on tight. He looked so sick, so weak. I struggled to keep my tears inside - I did not want to scare him. He just kept smiling at me and mouthing the words "I love you" over and over again. I gave him my card and Trish read to him the message I'd written inside ...
If I could choose to be anyone I wanted to be
I would choose to be you.
You are goodness and light,
peace and mercy,
generosity and grace,
kindness and love.
You are a helper to those in need
and a consoler to those in sorrow.
You are strength, patience, and welcomer
to everyone and everything that crosses your path.
From you I have learned that every gift needs to be shared
and every person be given a seat;
that animals should be respected
and children taken care of;
that truth allows freedom
and money deserves responsibility;
that patriotism involves love
and family is everything.
I love you, Dad, with every single bit of my heart and soul,
and I thank you for finding me worthy to be your daughter.
I love you,
Trish put it on the wall where he could see it before we left.