Intro to letters

This is an intro to why I am typing letters to my dad in heaven. 

My dad was diagnosed with leukemia in Oct. of 2014.  I was 30ish weeks pregnant with my second child.  He did a round of chemo.  I was so worried that he would get so sick and I couldn't be there because I lived 14 hours away from him.  Well he never got sick.  I was so happy that I was able to talk to him and he didn't feel terrible.  Well it turns out that wasn't good.  He needed to get very sick for the chemo to work.  It didn't.  So he did a second round when I was around 35 weeks.  Again he never got sick at that point I knew something was wrong.  I got the call around December 9th that my dad was heading home.  I was told he was heading home to regain his strength and try something else.  I got a call from my uncle on December 12th that I need to come home.  (my daughter was 5 weeks old.) So my husband and I packed up our 2 year old and 5 week old and started driving home.  My dad had a doctors appointment on the next Monday to go over what to do next.  It was decided that were was nothing more the doctors could do.  My dad was just going to get blood until after the first of the year to make sure he lived to get through Christmas.  That was the hard thing to hear that your dad was giving up and he was going to die.  We had a great Christmas.   My dad actually purchased the girls a power wheel so he would see my 2 year old drive it around in the back yard.  To see the joy on his face was the best feel someone could feel at that time.  So Christmas was over and we had to head home because my husband was out of vacation time.   The day we left was so hard.  To think that that might be the last time I ever get to look into my dads eyes was one of the hardest things to think about.  My husband and I cried the whole was home just thinking about that the next few weeks were going to hold.  My dad's wife called my husband on Monday, January the 5th and said we should get home because my dad was ready to "go." We made it 4 hours for our 14 hour trip and we got snowed in.  Laying in the hotel bed looking at my phone waiting for it to ring with someone telling my dad passed away was awful!  It didn't happen.  We made it home on Tuesday night.  The girls did sooo good.  I was able to see my dad.  He was taking a lot of pain medicine so he wasn't with it but he did see my and say I was amazing.  Little did I know that was the last thing my dad would ever day to me.  The next day at 7:15pm he passed away at home.

I am writing these letters to my dad because I feel like it will help the healing process.