Note: This blog was written but not published in January 2019, two weeks after doctors diagnosed Dad with terminal cancer. He died seven months later. It’s been 13 days since we found out my dad had six months to live … It’s been a rough day. I’ve been melancholy from the moment I woke up. […]
Twelve Days of Christmas, Part VI: Back to the well Read More »
My dad would have been 77 years old today. He was born in the midst of World War II while his father was driving a half-track in Germany. Just six weeks after his first child was born, Grandpa fought in the Battle of the Bulge. These are facts I think about now that the old
Happy Heavenly birthday to my dad, who would have been 77 today Read More »
Note: This blog was written on Dec. 22, 2018, two days after Dad told us his doctor said cancer had returned and was terminal. Given six months from onset (probably October) to live, the old man lasted more than nine. He passed away on Aug. 5, 2019, at age 74. It’s been two days since
Twelve Days of Christmas, Part VI: The day Dad told us he had six months to live Read More »
Note: I wrote this blog two years ago today on Aug. 14, 2017. Dad did indeed have cancer, stage three esophageal cancer, and died a little less than two years later. According to multiple sources, the two-year survival rate is a little more than 10 percent for this cancer. I didn’t realize my father was
Webb: When cancer might come calling Read More »
