I haven't been around much for the last two years and I know everyone probably thinks its because I fell in love and got married and whatnot, but that's only part of it, really.
On May 19, 2009, my father - Colin - lost his long fight against the ravages of diabetes. He was laid to rest in Knott County at our family's cemetary, next to my granny. His step father, grandparents and great grandparents are also there with him.
He died of heart failure caused by complications from his leg being amputated. I don't know that I'll ever reconcile myself with that. If I hadn't signed for the amputation, it couldn't have been what killed him, but how long might he have been with us?
Now my little girl is displaying most of the classic symptoms of beginning type 1 diabetes. I can't recall being so utterly terrified before. Ever.
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