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Isn't it amazing the love that a daughter brings into your life. They are so adorable when they're little. We get to dress them up and put bows in their hair. Watch them take their first steps, first day of school, first cheerleading tryouts, first boyfriend, first day of college and their wedding. Don't get me wrong there were those teenage years. Somehow you spend 16 years and it is your duty to watch over them 24/7. Then the teenager comes out and they think they were hatched not birthed. How could you be so smart for 16 years then become the biggest dumbass on the planet until oh I say about 21.
However..
When it comes to daughters I hit the mother of all the jackpots, the lottery, and the pot of gold all rolled up into one. Channa is the most beautiful person inside and out that I know. She makes me laugh at the most inappropriate times over the most inappropriate subjects. We can talk about The Real Housewives of anything for an hour, really almost all reality TV.
But here is the thing I want you to know about my Channa. She is an angel plain and simple. When Chase was killed (I will go into that another time) she became the parent. She is who went to the funeral home because I couldn't do it. She is the one who held everything together while I fell apart. She is the strongest person I know, even though I know she was hurting just as bad.
Then there was Truett. As I like to call him the Tasmanian Angel. Not only did Channa have to have emergency C-section because his heart rate was 280, she had to stay in Abilene while she watched her newborn son and husband fly away in a helicopter to Cook Childern's Hosptial in Ft. Worth. She stayed one night then we drove 2 1/2 hours to Ft. Worth. Yes I said she had a emergency C-section. They spent 26 days in the NICU and she never left his side. Truett is a thriving, total boy, hell on wheels, and an amazing 3 year old now. Again she is the strongest person I know.
The day I was diagnosed with the Shit Ass Disease she drove 3 1/2 hours to my appointment. I tried for weeks to talk her out of coming because I knew it wasn't going to be good. Oh no not her, she was coming period. I think watching the tears roll down her face was harder than hearing you have the Shit Ass Disease. But here is the thing. She got in her car drove the 3 1/2 hours home, decided she was going to sell her house and move close to me. It took her less than 2 weeks to sell her house. Now her husband owns a restaurant in Brownwood, so this meant he would have to find a place to live in Brownwood. He would have to stay in Brownwood until the restaurant sells. So she sold her house, picked up everything she owns, moved her and a 4 and 2 year old to McKinney. She has come to every doctor's appointment loaded with questions only a doctor can appreciate. Other than she asked my current doctor about marijuana prescriptions. If you knew how straight laced Channa is you would find the humor in it. We went to Houston to Dr. Appel for a second opinion. He diagnosed the Shit Ass Disease in about twenty seconds. But it was a three day evaluation. I was poked, prodded, shocked, and stabbed repeatedly (they really should have laws against this). Anyway Dr. Appel would come in everyday with his staff and Channa would drill him with questions. I had no idea what she was talking about. He LOVED it. He would come in everyday and ask what she had for him today.
She has come to every 4 hour clinic with me and sat there like a trooper, and of course had her list of questions. She brings my beautiful grandkids over almost everyday to see me. She cooks, shops, and makes me go to lunch even if I don't want to. She does all this and is a single parent five days a week (Justin comes in on the weekends). The funny thing is she doesn't see how special she is. I'm pretty sure not every daughter would do what she has done and continues to do.
The most beautiful person I know inside and out.
My best friend.
