My Husband Left Me With 6 Kids

Saturday mornings were loud and messy — pancakes burning on the stove while cartoons played in the background. My husband, Grant, would flip them too early every time, and our oldest son Clay would laugh:

“Dad, you never wait long enough!”

Grant would grin and say, “Patience is overrated.”

And I loved that about him.

He was dependable.

Strong.

The kind of man who made life feel safe.

The Two Years That Changed Everything

Then came the diagnosis.

Cancer.