Brian and Libby's Blog

Mystery solved

It was quite simple, really. I was laying out my clothes for tomorrow morning and thinking, oddly enough, about my blog, and a previous post popped into my head...Daddy's girl.

When my dad was sick (in an 18 month battle with a vicious form of pancreatic cancer), he was the ultimate fighter. He was on a strict health regimen to try to bolster his immune system. To get the most out of it, he insisted on spending time during the few hours he was awake each day walking laps around our basement. He always had his blue button up pajamas on, and all of us girls would walk with him, to support him...and sometimes to give him an arm to learn on. Usually, one of us would be carring a hymnal. My dad said those hymns were his fuel. His favorite was "The Love of God." He would close his eyes as he walked in circles, singing the verse and chorus over and over, like the very words were going to keep his muscles going, keep him walking, and give him the strength to keep fighting. His favorite verse was the last one...

Could we with ink the oceans fill
And were the skies of parchment made.
Were every stalk on earth a quill
And every man a scribe by trade.
To write the love of God above
Would drain the oceans dry.
Nor could the scroll contain the whole
Though stretched from sky to sky.

Oh love of God, how rich and pure!
How measureless and strong!
It shall forevermore endure
The saints' and angels' song...

Last year for my birthday, Brian got me a pink T-shirt that said Daddy's girl on the front. I will be wearing it proudly tomorrow morning. I know that he wasn't a breast cancer victim, but he was a cancer victim, and I am running for him and for the 4 girls he left behind. I am running for a cure...in hopes that my mom, my sisters, my nieces and I will never need it.

posted by Libby @ 9:58 PM