I don’t know what to write about; I’m at a loss for words. I can’t focus on anything. I don’t know how to talk about grief, about dying, about losing my father.
In our May issue’s Editor’s Note, I included photos of my dad and a tribute to him and his ongoing struggle. At the time I wrote it, I had just visited him. He was beginning to go downhill, he was "fading fast" he told my mom, and I knew it was the right time to see him. I brought him pictures and videos of my kids and I was able to take a video of my dad sending my kids a personal message.
My Dad photographed with his Dad, in the late 1930s.
On May 4, my dad passed away. He had been suffering the effects of cancer for a long time. My dad, so strong, fought hard. But the cancer, as it sometimes does, regrouped and won the battle. The end was fast when it did come, and while I miss my dad tremendously, I’m so thankful that he is out of pain and in a better place.
My dad taught me many lessons through the years. When I needed him, he was there for me. He passed his creativity and problem solving skills to me. He taught me to be confident and assured in my actions. He showed me how to have a strong work ethic. He told me to trust a strong handshake and question hands softer than my own. That advice has served me well.
I love you, dad, and I am happy that you are out of pain and resting peacefully.
