This blog was written on July 3, 2019, my 43rd birthday. It was really a birthday only in that I was born on July 3. We didn’t celebrate, at my request. I was in mourning, watching my dad fade away rather quickly. He died a little more than a month later. My wife did the […]
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This blog was written, but not posted, on June 18, 2019, about six weeks before Dad passed on Aug. 5. Sunday was the last Fathers Day I’ll spend with my dad, at least in this life. It’s been two weeks since he told us he was stopping treatment for bone cancer and ready to move
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This blog was written, but not published, on June 6, 2019. Dad passed away one day shy of two months later at age 74. He texted one year ago today to tell me that he was no longer undergoing treatment for cancer. It’s a text I’ll never forget. At the time, my family and I
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I almost never argued with the old man. You can count the number of times we argued on one hand. That isn’t to say I didn’t disagree with him. As you would expect in a father-son relationship that spanned 43 years, we disagreed about plenty. Those of you who know me are probably staring at
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If not for a banker and sky-rocketing interest rates, the Webbs may have never lived in Kansas. We wouldn’t have had any clue where Burlingame was. My brother and I wouldn’t have met our wives. I doubt I’d have any idea that Washburn, a place that has shaped much of my life, was a college.
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Note: This blog was written on April 16, 2019. Dad passed away at age 74 on Aug. 5, 2019 … I hate cancer. We all do. But you really don’t know how much you hate cancer until it gets personal. For me, that’s seeing the toughest man I’ve met struggle with pain and wither away
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Hey, Dad. It’s been a while since I’ve written you. In between those “talks,” I wrote a couple of blogs, including one after the Chiefs reached the Super Bowl. That’s right, old man, Kansas City actually played in the Super Bowl last week. It gets better. Get this: The Kansas City Chiefs actually WON the
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In 43 years, I was with my dad for all but four Christmases. That might not sound impressive to those who spend every Christmas with their families, but it is considering how many years I worked in newspapers and lived hundreds of miles from home. The first time I wasn’t home for the big day
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I don’t know much about my Dad’s old man. I was 7 years old when he passed on June 8, 1984. It’s a day I’ll always remember because I’ll never forget the look on my old man’s face when he got the call. It was pure sadness. My memories of Grandpa are of visits to
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Happy birthday, Dad. You would have been 75 on Saturday. I know that was an important number to you. A few months after we discovered that you had terminal cancer, you targeted Nov. 2 as a day you’d like to reach and celebrate No. 75. For a few months, it looked like that was a
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