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Typical Whitey & NoThreat2U!
He was born with club feet back in the time where surgery was dangerous, expensive and hospitals were far away. My grandparents did it anyway. I remember my grandfather at 103 telling us the story and crying……because just for a moment, he was that young father leaving his baby boy a hundred miles away.
He wore casts on his legs until he was about 4 years old. He fought to learn how to walk.
And he won.
He grew up on a farm and then the family moved to the city.
He had three children by the time he was 25 and then my parents divorced. She made it hard on him, but he fought to continue to see us.
And he won.
He spent 10 years in night college resulting in him retiring as an Executive Vice President. He worked hard for that title.
And he won.
He became Director of the entire North America in the Shriners. That took thousands of volunteer hours to achieve, tons of weekends working for crippled children and something you had to be nominated for. He was so very dedicated.
And he won.
My Dad has been there for me for every hard decision I have had to make, for every stupid relationship I needed help getting out of and every time I needed advice. He has been my backstop for as long as I can remember.
He has fought liver cancer for two years.
He isn’t going to win this one. That’s something that my head can accept, but not my heart.
So now we fight for him. For time with him, for a miracle, for anything.
My stepmom is making it difficult for us. She is trying to maneuver and scheme to limit our time with him. We always thought he would outlive her and then we could have our time with him.
But we kind of got screwed on that.
So now we fight her while hiding it from our Dad because we don’t want to upset him.
And she is banking on that.
What she is not banking on though, is that we will continue to fight…until the end.
And he will have won again.
What are you fighting for?
-Typical Whitey
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