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My sweet Grand daughter,
asked family and friends to write something
about our hero
As a single father, or
any father at that. This is going to be very
difficult for me. So please bear with me. I was
given something from heaven 40 years ago. I was
28 at the time; she was the tiniest angel with
out wings, with green eyes the sparkled. She is
my baby girl. She was as tiny as two new born
kittens in your hand. I prey to the heavens not
to take her, I ask God to give her a chance at
life. My tiny angel fought from day one.
I always told her she
was sent to me from heaven “a tiny angel with
out wings”.
When she was 3 I
remember her saying “Daddy I want some sugar” I
remember it like it was yesterday. Since the age
of 3 everyone called her sugar. But to me she
was my tiny angel, my baby girl. I remember her
first day of school. To me it was like yesterday
for all the joys of being a proud parent.
My baby girl had so much
pride that she never asked anyone for anything.
Always making due with what she had. Even when
she was living in hell for 20 year, not once did
she ask for help. In those 20 years of hell she
lost her faith, heart and soul. It was killing
the family to see it .My baby girl said to me
dad it’s a test from god I have to pass.
She past the test that
she said god gave her. But the past few years my
baby girl has been a tiny angel that has no more
sparkle left in her green eyes. She now has
cancer and is fighting again to live. Every
night I ask the heavens not to take her from me.
I know she does not belong to me she belongs to
god for he gave her to me as a gift. I feel we
are all being punished for her being mishandled
the last 20 years.
Then several months ago
someone come in to my baby girl’s life. We
started to see the tiny sparkle come back in her
eyes, along with what she lost in those 20
years. It was a miracle that happened. We will
call that someone her miracle. Her miracles gave
her hope, faith and love .If not for her miracle
no one would have knew my baby girl had cancer.
She just wanted to go back to heaven where she
came from. But that miracle on the other end of
the phone is helping her fight.
She said to me when she
went for her treatment the last time. Dad does
(I will not put and name down I’ll just say) my
miracle really love me. Will I every really
know? Then she said dad I’m so tired will this
ever end. Will I ever hold my miracle again? I
said baby girl just get better and fight and you
will.
This is to my baby
girl’s miracle. I want to thank you with
everything I have. For giving my baby girl back
just a ray of hope. I do prey that you do love
her as much as she thinks you do. If you every
want to write me send it to [email protected]
For all you parents out
there cherish every moment you have with you
children. They can be here today and gone
tomorrow.
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