It's been 14 months since I wrote
this post.
The post where we learned my Grandpa has lung cancer.
14 months have gone by since that nite that I received the worst kind of news.
News that nobody ever ever
wants to hear about
someone they love.
My Grandpa is not doing very well. I just found this out tonite.
A part of me always gets a little sick when the phone rings late at nite. Or when you can just tell that something isn't the way it should be.
Such was the case when I talked to my Mom on the phone tonite. She had text me to see if I had gotten her text. {Isabella broke my BlackBerry's ball...ugh.}.
I could just tell it was about my Grandpa.
I don't want to go into a lot right now. Just know that he has Stage 4 small cell lung cancer. And he has been fighting so, so hard for 14 months.
He is a hero. A man who is so funny--he loves life. Loves his family. Loves the Cubs.
Can you remember to say a prayer for him? Add him to your prayer list?
I could never thank you enough for thinking of us and praying for him. I have seen the power of prayer work before. I know prayer can do an amazing thing for someone, for a family.
Thank you, friends. I could never, ever tell you how much you touch my heart.