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Can you remember where you were on January 24, 2011? My daughter and I remember it like it was yesterday. On that day, we were at Durham Regional Hospital visiting our Papa. He had been suffering from cancer for 6 months, and he was drifting away from us. Papa was heavily medicated because the cancer had metastasized and was now in his colon, liver, and brain. He was in a lot of pain. Kat had been begging me to take her to see him and I had been putting her off because he was no longer coherent. Papa had not been conscious in about a week. I told Kat that he was very pale and that he had lost a lot of weight. I did not want her to be scared. Then I explained that he had been unconscious and would just be laying there. She assured me that he would know she was there, and that she would be fine. I gave in!
When we walked into the hospital room, Kat walked over to the bed and rubbed her hand across Papa's soft, white hair. She kissed his cheek and said, "I love you, Pa Pa." We all were shocked when his eyelids fluttered and he spoke. He smiled at her and said, "There's Pa's baby. I love you." Kat leaned in for a hug and they embraced for a minute or two. Kat leaned up and kissed his head, and we watched Papa's eyes close again. On that day, I learned that love can overcome anything. Papa felt Kat there, and he came back to us long enough to soothe her 12 1/2 yr old heart. On that day, Kat KNEW that her Pa Pa would love her forever.