To my beautiful daughter,
Today you asked me about how you should wear your hair at your wedding. You are only 11 years old and I love that you’re already thinking about these things. I was so similar to you as a child – I always liked pondering the future and thinking about things. I have said it before, I am an over thinker and a forward planner; I like to be prepared.
More than anything I want to see you grow up and to be at your wedding.
And that is why I’m writing you this letter. Because I have been diagnosed with terminal bowel cancer my future is uncertain. I cannot promise that I will be there even though I desperately hope to be. What I can promise is that you will be a stunning bride, you have such elegance and poise already.
You are a true classic beauty with your perfect peaches and cream complexion, your fairy-green eyes and your halo of curls. Those curls. They are beautiful. I love how they form natural ringlets. I could play with them for hours. I love stretching them out and watching them spring back into place.
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Gosh Rachel you are brave. I haven't got cancer, and I'm not terminal but I have had serious illness. This has made me face the reality that my kids might loose their mother early. It makes me so concerned for them, especially my daughter, we all want to see our daughters through to a point they will be ok, at least a few years after their first child. So you have passed on all you can. I wish you all the best and can only imagine the angst you face in the possibility of not being around.