It had just been three months. Just three months ago we had to say goodbye to my sister. She has lost her second battle with cancer, and now three months later we heard the news we never wanted to hear again. I remember standing on the sidewalk at school and getting the phone call from my mom that my dad had cancer.
It had only been three months and the wounds were still so fresh, and here we were facing the same battle all over again. I remember my younger, baby sister walking up to me after I had gotten the news.
I was just standing there stunned. Embracing each other as we cried on the sidewalk, we did not know what to do or where to turn.Read more on themighty.com