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I’ll wear pink and think of you.

I was too young, too young to understand what that six letter word really meant. But if the look on Dad's face was anything to go by— it wasn't good. I was too young, too young to know that your own cells had turned against you. One genome sequence copied incorrectly putting life on the line. I was too young, too young to believe that the treatment they claimed was helping you was really what caused you all that pain. I was too young, but maybe that was for the best. I couldn’t have imagined just how serious that disease was. I was too young to ask questions, and too young to look for answers. But now I understand; I know what happened; I believe you fought the hardest battle in life and you can only imagine how proud I am. And now that I’m not too young
I need you to know I’ll love you indefinitely, and until we meet again.

I’ll wear pink and think of you.

I was too young, too young to understand what that six letter word really meant. But if the look on Dad's face was anything to go by— it...