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The last two months I’ve spent a lot of time with my father and mother
My father was diagnosed with cancer last year.
After the initial operation and treatment it was assumed that it had been caught in time and we expected/hoped for a full recovery. It was not to be and my father started a new round of treatments a few months ago. As the days went by it was obvious the chemotherapy was not helping and his condition worsened. In my heart I knew what was going to happen, but hoped that I was wrong and the technology for treating cancer had progressed far beyond what was available when my wife passed away.
Easter Sunday morning he passed on.
Few men have earned the respect and admiration that my father has. He had always been a leader and over the decades of his life he’d touched the hearts and souls of many, and they were the better for it. April 29th we held a memorial/celebration in his honor. I was not surprised how many people came. Many I knew not and others I’d meet only when I was little and others I’d meet from an association or club which my father was a member. Some were friends of both father and I. My older brother started things off and after his words and some from our family others were invited to speak if they chose. Many did and it is a testament to the great esteem my father was held.
I have over the years noticed how some of my friends families have fragmented, have little to do with each other and some have out right animosity towards each other. I fell sorrow for those who know not the joys of unity only a family can provide. My father was much more to me than just my Dad and head of the family, he was also my best friend. We shared a love for the outdoors and was my fishing partner. I shall miss the trips we have made together over the years from Alaska to the Caribbean, of time we shared in the Sierras and just hanging out at his place, tying flies or having a drink together laying plans for our next great adventure.
I have a great family and a few very good friends. Each time one has passed on has been a tragedy and a part of me has gone with them, yet I remain whole and cherish the times we’ve had and their memories.
mro
My father was diagnosed with cancer last year.
After the initial operation and treatment it was assumed that it had been caught in time and we expected/hoped for a full recovery. It was not to be and my father started a new round of treatments a few months ago. As the days went by it was obvious the chemotherapy was not helping and his condition worsened. In my heart I knew what was going to happen, but hoped that I was wrong and the technology for treating cancer had progressed far beyond what was available when my wife passed away.
Easter Sunday morning he passed on.
Few men have earned the respect and admiration that my father has. He had always been a leader and over the decades of his life he’d touched the hearts and souls of many, and they were the better for it. April 29th we held a memorial/celebration in his honor. I was not surprised how many people came. Many I knew not and others I’d meet only when I was little and others I’d meet from an association or club which my father was a member. Some were friends of both father and I. My older brother started things off and after his words and some from our family others were invited to speak if they chose. Many did and it is a testament to the great esteem my father was held.
I have over the years noticed how some of my friends families have fragmented, have little to do with each other and some have out right animosity towards each other. I fell sorrow for those who know not the joys of unity only a family can provide. My father was much more to me than just my Dad and head of the family, he was also my best friend. We shared a love for the outdoors and was my fishing partner. I shall miss the trips we have made together over the years from Alaska to the Caribbean, of time we shared in the Sierras and just hanging out at his place, tying flies or having a drink together laying plans for our next great adventure.
I have a great family and a few very good friends. Each time one has passed on has been a tragedy and a part of me has gone with them, yet I remain whole and cherish the times we’ve had and their memories.
mro
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