Entry 2 of 2: The number on the place we were living in was 34 & now it is 19 all equaling 17. We sacrificed while my dad was sick. He wanted me to move to where my sister lived where houses were much cheaper. I couldn't leave him & wanted my kids to know him & spend time with him before he died. We lived in a place with 2 bedrooms with 4 people and then right after he died we found this house. It was like he talked with GOD & they both found a place for us to call home & I know now why we are here. I wouldn't trade the memories my children made with him for anything. They kept him fighting & filled with joy in his last days. I also wouldn't trade the Daddy/Daughter sleepovers in the hospital. I would let my mom take a break & was able to sleep in a chair & keep watch over him. I am so glad he died when he did. I would never want him to see the world we live in now and would have battle scars if a hospital even tried to keep me from him. Now I realize even more what a blessing he was.