In Loving Memory of…

 

The loss of my father has been an absolutely devastating blow.  My hero is gone, and so is my motivation to continue this journey.

The child that still dwells within me wanted to believe that Dad would live forever.  Even though I saw him weak, bedridden, and helpless.  I still wanted to believe that by some miracle, Dad would get up out of that hospice bed and walk.  He wanted to do it, so badly.

Dad knew his life was coming to an end, and he took it like a champ.  He was sad, but he was brave.  He continued to worry more about others than himself, and always tried to do the right thing even when death was staring him in the face.