Love will always be Here (Breast Cancer Awarness story)

Dear Megan,

September 20th, 1990

  You're 1 day old today. You're a beautiful baby girl, I'm so proud. Your eyes are as blue as your daddy's, but your hair is like mine, brown and curly, look at it! Full head of hair! Baby girl, you're perfect. Steven and Chris even like you. Yes, those two, obnoxious, strange boys poking you in your hospital crib... They're your brothers. Good luck, my baby.

September 19th, 1992.

  Two! Can you believe it? I could barely control you, you're running all over! Mommy has been getting a little weak lately, must be getting old. 

December 15th, 1995.

  Getting to old, I'll tell you, Megan. Kindergarten is doing well. You can't wait for Christmas, you want that expensive barbie house. I got it, you know. Anything for my girl.

May 6th, 1996

  I'm going somewhere, Megan. To a happy place...
I'm lying, it's horrible there. The hospital. The mammogram didn't go well, my doctor said. I don't believe it. I think I'm just fine. 
Another lie. I haven't been feeling well at all. Pray for me, baby girl?

September 18th, 1997

  I've stuck around for you, you know. Back from the hospital today, cancer is gone. You bursted into tears when I walked through the door to your room, which, might I add, was horribly messy. But luckily, it was covered with guitar picks and music sheets. Music is your thing? Stevens is football, and Chris is all about chess. I'm to proud of all of you. 
P.S. Happy early birthday.

December 25th, 1998

  I got you your first good guitar, not that junky old one, Grandma Patty got you, no, this is beautiful. You screamed when you opened it. I'm glad.

January 1st, 2000

  Happy New Year, baby girl. Almost ten? Wow. Where has the time gone. Mommy is getting better, herself. You? You have a broken hand from playing to much guitar. And you know what? I'm proud of you, playing till it gets to that, even if it keeps me up all night, it's beauty, like I always say. "As long as it has a dash of beauty, I'm okay with it." I don't really see what the beauty in Football or Chess is, but hey, your brothers are crazy, right?

September 11th, 2001

  Grandpa is gone, baby girl. I know, you're sad, but he did it fighting for people. He saved 10 lives today, you have to understand. Write a song for him, it'll make you feel better, it always has. 

September 28th, 2002

  12? Wow. Mommy is back In the hospital. Who cares, nothing will change. I'll get better like I always have, I'm a fighter, remember?

October 12th, 2002

  The cancer spread, it's not looking good. Megan, my little girl, don't you worry about me, If I'm in heaven that only means I'm a mile farther away. I'll still be with you, don't you cry. 

November 15th, 2002

  Surgery did nothing. I didn't think it would. They're doing everything they can, you have to believe. 

January 12th, 2003

  This is my last day, I could feel it. Baby girl, here's my final goodbye, and apology.
  I'm sorry I can't be there to hold you when you have your first broken heart.
To wave goodbye on your first day of high school.
To cry with you when you get your first F.
To jump with you by our mailbox when you get accepted in a music school.
To cry tears of joy when you get engaged with that special boy.
To pick out your wedding dress.
To see you in your wedding dress.
To see your own baby.
To see you get a job.
To see you lose a job because you're horrible at it and belong in music.
To see you sing on a stage.
To hug you when you win your first award.
And to talk on the phone with you when you're performing in another country.
But remember, my baby girl, I'm always here. 

I'll love you until heaven disappears,
          Mom.
_____________________

"Megan? Where are you?" Ben asked, looking for his new wife.
She didn't say a word, she was in her own world, crying on the floor, reading the words her mom wrote her. 
How could her dad never have showed her this?
She and her family were emptying out there old home, it was about to be sold, and her father was moving to Florida.
"Megan?" Ben asked again.
"I have to go, I'll be back." She replied running outside, and to her mothers grave.

  There she stood, letter In hand.
She read: 
Katy Regina Brooks
April 5th, 1962 - January 12th, 2003
"The Beauty in her heart is what kept her soul strong." 

And right there, the cancer got a hold of Megan to, and she passed away, leaving her 1 year old daughter, Katy, her husband, Ben, her family, and her fans. She had done what her mother had predicted became a singer. 
And, now Megan was with her mother again, after all these years. Two lives that didn't deserve to leave, left. But they were In peace now, no pain, no tears, they were together again.
And that's all that mattered.

"I don't think of all the misery but the beauty that still remains." -Anne Frank