My Dad Died While I Was Pregnant.
In March of 2004, we got the news that my dad had late stage 3 lung cancer. In June, I became pregnant with my second child. I didn't know if I should tell my parents. Would it be something for my dad to try to live for, or would it be so upsetting to him to know he might never see his grandchild. I did tell him. In October, I found out I was having a boy. I went across the street to the hospital and told my dad. I went to my parent's house every day possible to help out, whether it was giving the medicine or reading a book. On October 29th, it was just my dad and I at the house, and we actually watched a program about funeral rights. In the afternoon, he wanted to see the ultrasound videotape I had. He gathered up all the strength he had, and walked into the living room. As he watched his grandson, he had tears in his eyes. After I had gone home, my dad was rushed to the hospital, and put into a coma. That was a Friday night. The next Thursday morning, he passed away. My son, now 3, is the spitting image of the grandfather whom he has never met, but who has seen him.