A Daughter Never Forgets

My 28th birthday is one I will never forget. I had a phenomenal evening out with some of my closest friends, but once I was home for the night a bit of sadness set in.  

You see, my father had been battling non-Hodgkins lymphoma for over a year, and at this point he was too weak to call me for my birthday.  Every year, on Nov. 14th, he made me feel like the most special person in the world, but this time was different.  This time he was fighting for his life.

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