Who Daddy

Sometimes it is too much to deal with. Sometimes I want to just scream and cry. I love you so much Daddy and I will NEVER forget May 11, 2010 when we found out you were sick. I remember every moment of that day. I play it over and over in my head. I know that you are a fighter but sometimes I think how, how long can you fight. You have good days and bad days and I am always worried on the really bad days. I wonder is this it? Is this when he stops fighting? You have been my super hero ever since I was a little girl. You are superman. You aren't suppose to get sick. But here we are, you are sick and dying. We know you are dying and that if you cancer doesn't go into remission soon, the reality is you will more then likely not make it to your 1yr.I pray everyday that the next time we go to the doctor he says YES TIM WE DID IT. That day hasn't come yet and I know you are get tried of fighting. But please daddy, please don't stop fighting. I don't know what I would do without you. Who would I tell all my secrets to. Who would tell me everything is going to be ok my little princess. Who will tell me that it is ok to cry. Who will my little girl call Papa. Who will be their to tell me that I am doing a great job. Who will make me YOUR caramel apple pie that only you can make. Who daddy who.