June 20th — Last night I thanked my husband for being so supportive of me during my last awful year of battling breast cancer. He said he really didn’t feel he did that much. He didn’t freak out and he was present during my surgeries and procedures. That was all. Maybe when it comes right down to it, that’s all any of us really needs. If I leave this world early, what better person to take care of my children than a father who is always there? My own Dad is always there for me and has been equally strong and supportive during my journey. He is the voice of rationality in a surreal experience, painting our garage door and hanging a rope swing for the grandkids during one of my folks’ many trips to Austin to take care of me and the kids during chemo. He would entertain the kids by taking them to hardware stores and introducing them to beef sticks that he called, “beef chewing gum.” The kids still call it that, which cracks me up. He was comforting when emotions ran high and calm when the storm would break over the walls. I’ve always been a Daddy’s Girl and at 43, am not about to grow out of it. I’m blessed to have such good fathers and good men in my life: Happy Father’s Day to both the dads in my life. I love you.