Harley Leon Forrester was a man we all knew and loved. Now he resides in Heaven playing guitar to God above.
My father died of lung cancer ten years ago today. It only took almost three months from the time he was diagnosed. I literally watched him die in front of my eyes. My children watched him take his last breath. I watched him get carried out in a body bag. It was one of the most sorrowing experiences I've ever went through.
It may make me a bad daughter, but I try not to think about daddy often. It's not that I want to forget the memories, but because I don't want to remember the heartache of losing him. He's my "handsome daddy" and I know he's up in Heaven playing bluegrass music. Someday we will be reunited, and I'll cry rivers of joyous tears.
On a positive note (if you can make a positive note with cancer) my mother will be celebrating her remission from lung cancer this Saturday with a large family luncheon. There will be catered food and a kid's bounce house. The event is being made possible by the local college basketball team and their Creating Memories program. My mother is a living miracle and we thought for sure lung cancer would rob her of life too. But she pulled through and now it's time for a celebration!