My father ended his tremendously heroic battle with cancer yesterday. Since I have few words right now, I am sharing an email that my father sent to me three years ago when I was struggling with my colicky newborn baby. As the email shows, my father was simply wonderful…
“Very much remember the day you were born and how excited we were and how much you cried!!! You were such a trooper, though, in your first year – a trip to Texas – and – a move to the Buckeye state. And, now with your little girl in tow – in the immortal words of Pitbull – ‘it may be tough from time to time – but every day above ground – is a great day!’ Both your Mom and I are so very proud of you and looking forward to our babysitting assignment.” (4/16/15)
My family is heartbroken without him here. He was our superhero. We have lost our captain.