My daughter turned 9 on December 25, 2017. You would assume that all 9-year-olds have expectations for their birthday. However, Stacy had no expectations; the only thing she was expecting was death. She was diagnosed with chronic Lymphocytic Leukemia at the age of 7 and was expected to die before turning 11 years old. For her 9th birthday, I wanted to get her something that she would have never expected. I'm the type of man where my emotion

There was no point of getting her a physical gift since she was gonna die anyway. So, I thought it would be best if I got her something like a cake. I went to go look for the most expensive cake in Los Angeles and the total came out to be around $10,000. I knew it was a lot, but it didn't matter to me; I was willing to spend all the money I had if it made Stacy forget about dying for at least a day.

The doctor said since she didn’t have a lot of options it was okay for her to leave the hospital for a day. I took that opportunity and decided to get the cake sent to the apartment so I can have a party just me and her. You would have to be there to really see how amazing this cake is. It was around 8 PM when I got the call that Stacy passed and for some reason when I received that call all I could do was laugh at how much money I spent on a dead girl. A couple of days passed and the cake was still at the house and stood exactly where it was. I took a slice of cake and placed a chair near the table where her ashes were. On December 30, 2017, Stacy and I ate cake and it was the best cake I have ever had.