Baylee developed a cancerous tumor that caused a lot of damage before I knew what was happening. By the time I realized it, it was spreading rapidly and destroying her. I made the hard decision to have her put to sleep after a grueling two days of praying for a miraculous turn around. It was not to be.
Baylee was Daddy's girl. She was a quirky little brat with a lot of attitude and she had...has a special place in my heart.
She loved to curl up in my lap against the guitar while I played. These were the times she was most content and I loved to play for her.
Tonight I went to my usual busking spot outside Stater Brothers and as I remembered the Booster, I wrote a new Instrumental through tears and snot that expressed my broken heart. It was a theraputic time and God met me there.
