When I was 6, I met a man for the first time and called him “Mr. Bill.”
He was taking my mom out for a date and I’ll never forget seeing him on our front porch for the first time.
I have no idea why that memory sticks in my mind so vividly but it was the first time I ever saw him.
He was fun.
He was silly.
We were silly together.
I loved him immediately.
He married my mom when I was 9, after I proposed to him. Yes, I asked him to marry my mom at a restaurant in Midland with his entire family.
He became a part of my family soon after.
He became my step-dad, but really he was more than that. He was another dad in my life.
It was just the beginning of the countless stories from my life that involve him.
In 1998, the summer before my senior year in high school, he began a year long battle with skin cancer. It was awful to watch him battle through, but he came out on top.
In 2007, he and my father gave me away. I became a step-mom and I realized he gave me the best example I could have ever asked for in how to be the best step-parent I could be.
The best chapter in this book began when I got to see him as “Umbi.”
My kids, like so many others, think the world of him, and the feeling is mutual.
Last month, we found out cancer came back for him, although this time cancer was found on his tonsils. My mom wrote more about it on her blog.
Tomorrow, he will be heading to Baylor in Dallas to have his tonsils removed, along with some of the muscles surrounding the area.
Tonight, I took my little ones to have dinner with him and to squeeze his neck before his surgery.
Following his surgery, he will be in the hospital for a few days and I’m asking for your prayers.
I’m praying for his surgeon to remove all of the cancer.
I’m praying for Umbi and a speedy recovery.
I’m already looking forward to the next time we get to hug him, cancer free!
Will you join me in praying?