Where our story began

When my father-in-law was diagnosed with cancer, a dear friend of mine made him a heat pack. It was used to comfort him physically. Time and time again, the family put it in the microwave and dropped essential oils on it to comfort and calm him. It helped with breathing, warmth, and simply brought him temporary relief and refreshment. The cancer progressed, and he died a year later in his home.

I will never forget the moment when they carried him away. I took my daughter to the room to distract her from what was happening. However, my little one was not ignorant of such hurt. Just a year before, the best aunty in the world also died of cancer. While they took her grandpa away, my little one rushed out of the room. Just then, I saw a glimpse of comfort. As my eight-year-old passed the room in which her grandpa once lay, my husband came out of the room at the same time, and all of a sudden he swooped our little girl into his arms and embraced her ever so tightly. My eyes and heart will never forget the sweet embrace in such a broken time.