My Dad’s final wish was that I play a video for everyone at his funeral. I was ready to fulfill it until I saw what he left behind. Torn between honoring his memory and protecting our family from a painful truth, I made the hardest choice of my life.
I’m shaking as I write this, my skin burning from endless crying. Who can I turn to? The guilt is crushing me. Dad, if you’re watching from above, please forgive me. I’m Peter, and this secret, this choice, it’s eating me alive. This is the story that will haunt me until my dying breath.
Cancer. One word of a diagnosis that tore my world apart.My Dad, Barney, was all I had ever since I clutched onto his little finger at Mom’s funeral when I was…..Read Full Story Here.……………
