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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Note: This blog was written on Jan. 26, 2019, about six weeks before Dad passed away on Aug. 5, 2019. Today brought another “shit’s getting real” moment with my Dad. Before I get into that, I should say that these moments really aren’t what you think they’d be. At least they haven’t been for me.
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. A few weeks ago, Shana wrote a wonderful blog to you about the holidays and how much we missed you at Christmas. Toward the end, as he she’s explaining how I’m handling your death well but miss you greatly, she asked you to continue stopping by in my dreams. It struck me that
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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
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Hey, Dad. It’s been a little more than 10 weeks (72 days to be exact) since you passed. In some ways, that seems like a long time ago. In some ways, it seems like yesterday. Dan and I have spent virtually all the free time we have the past two weeks preparing for and working
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Hey, Dad. It’s Aug. 24, 2019, 19 days since you passed. Today, we took care of the last item on your short list of requests: We set the headstone and sprinkled some of your ashes over the plot. It was an odd day for late August, cloudy, a bit of a breeze and somewhat cool.
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Hey, Dad. I just had one of those moments so many people have told me about when you randomly cry due to loss. It’s been 11 days since you left us. I’ve held it together for much of that time, to the point of being surprised I haven’t grieved more. It’s partially due to thinking
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Note: Written June 23, 2019, six weeks before Dad went to Heaven … Maybe the only way you can get my father to sit still for two hours to watch a movie: Late-stage bone cancer. That was our visit Saturday as he pushes through the final few months of his life. It’s not that Dad
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