"....to dance with my father again..."
My name is Kylee, and I was born and raised in the heart of Lincoln, NE. 2015 is what has seemed to me to be the year of rock bottom when I lost my father at the age of 66 to pancreatic cancer, after only being diagnosed two months prior. I didnt want to believe it. it didnt seem real. It still doesn't seem real to have lost him. Being an only child at home growing up, my dad was my everything. Not only was he my dad but was also my friend, my brother, the one I would go to when mom would say no because he would say yes.
My heart is so heavy for my Daddy, for I have always been daddy’s little girl. He has always been the one I have ran to first. He always knew how to comfort me the most & never hesitated to sleep in bed with me all because I just knew the monsters were in my room. He was the only one who knew how to speak to my heart and pick me up when I was feeling down, I still don’t know how he did it, but he always did. My dad was the dad that would give me his weekly allowance so I could get something I REALLY wanted! Growing up he and I did most everything together being as I was the only child at home & I never understood why he was so extremely overprotective until I became a mother- if I had lost a child I would have been just as protective. His children meant everything to him, and he let it show every day.
My Daddy insisted on never becoming a grandfather--- until the day his first grandchild entered his life, and they quickly became his world, he loved to be around his grandbabies more than anything! He is the one that put in 36 weeks covering for me in my job as Momma so I could recover of my course of 3 back surgeries, and never asked for a thing in return. He would bend over backwards for me just to see me happy and to watch me succeed. My dad knew he wouldn’t be around forever, so against all of my resistance, he and my mom moved back to his home state of West Virginia, he knew I needed to learn to spread my wings and fly on my own and not always rely on him. You couldn’t keep that man away for too long though, before you knew it he would be jumping in his car to make the 16 hour trip to be by my side.
My Father, over the past 28 years of my life, has taught me so much and instilled so much into my character. He was the man that was stubborn as hell and always stood his ground, never to let anyone walk all over him, but yet he always took the high road. He always taught me to never live in the past and always seek for the future- he promised things would be brighter ahead. He always had such a strong faith in God and always knew that God had a plan for him & in his toughest moments he would always turn to God for comfort and prayer.
Today I feel like the same little girl that is crying out for my Daddy to one last time tell me everything will be okay and it will all work itself out. I feel like the same little girl that wants just one last comforting hug and wants to hear him get fired up and give one last strong opinion. I will always be your little girl who wants just one last time, Daddy.
I love you daddy, rest in peace. Please be my guardian angel and watch over me and make sure my babies are okay. Words cannot explain how much you will be dearly missed. I love you with all my heart. It's not goodbye it's I’ll see you later.
I am Running the Lincoln Half Marathon on behalf of my father. He was always a fighter. In my efforts I have decided to fight hard to train for my first marathon ever in memory of my dad-the day before the anniversary of his 1 year passing. I want to help raise money for research toward this deadly disease that is scarcely getting out of control with no cure.
Please help sponsor me to do this run in memory of him and to fight this disease. I would give anything to dance with my father again, but on May 1, 2016 I will be able to run in the sunshine with him.