29 years later...

I would've never thought that I would be  fighting the same battle my father did 29 years ago. Because of the example he set for me, I strive to fight this disease with strength, grace, and faith.

I find myself wondering how he must have felt through his battle. I never saw him break down from the pain like I often do.  But I know it must have been excruciating at moments and he must have had so many fears...

I miss him every day...but especially today...