|Daddy loved a good cigar!|
It’s still surreal that daddy is gone. The most intelligent, kind, loving, compassionate person I know, gone. There are so many people that I wish could have met him, so many people that will never know his wit and brilliance and loving heart.
So many things have changed and shifted over the last year and a half. I want to remind everyone that I hate this cancer. I hate how it has stolen the person I love the most in the world. I feel like a part of me has faded away with his slow deterioration, literally like a part of my soul and being has been forever lost when Daddy took his final breathe. I hate how the essence of my dad, his smile, the way he looked at me like his heart would burst with love, and his brilliant mischievous mind was trapped in a body that was riddled with pain and immobility. When I got the rare moment of quietness that I got to lay my head on his shoulder and just be with my dad, he would whisper to me that we should dance. I agreed with him and would hold his hand and hum a tune that would be perfect for a waltz or foxtrot. He would tell me that he loves to dance with me and would close his eyes and smile.
|Daddy and us circa '94|
|I have always been a Dddy's girl|
|Good old JC Penny picture|
Baby Bobby has proven to be an absolute joy and blessing, as we all knew he would be. His infectious little giggle and the way he has a full (one sided) conversation with you makes your heart warm and happy. From what I remember Meme telling me about daddy as a little boy, Bobby may be following in his Opa's footsteps to a tee. He's so smart, curious, tenacious, and in a constant state of innocent wonder. He is one of the most coordinated little one year old's I've ever seen, which I'm sure will lead to plenty of climbing and exploratory encounters that will prematurely grey Marky and Wendy.
In addition to baby Bobby, we now have our sweet Charlotte. Daddy beat the doctor's assumption that he was close to his final breathe, twice, before Charlotte was born. Martin was an essential part in keeping Daddy alive while we were waiting for Charlotte's arrival, and afterward once again, before
|Thanksgiving before his Christmas Eve diagnosis|
There is no way to thank everyone for their outpouring of love and kindness. If there is one thing I have learned over dad's illness, its that he and mom have touched so many lives. It didn't matter what you looked like, believed in, how much money you did or didn't have, where you were from... there was never a stranger in my parent's house. We had visitors explicitly come to say their goodbye's from at least 9 states, Egypt, South Africa, Germany, and I'm sure more places I can't recall. He touched lives all over the world.
Mom and dad were inseparable, and their love for each other is one which any couple would aspire to. Their vows proved to be those which would hold fast. Through sickness and health. Mom never left his side, dad never had a bedsore despite having been in the bed almost for two years. There was never a question of her dedication and love.
|There was no questioning their love|
Please make sure to watch Daddy's service. The accounts and the message are truly touching and a beautiful representation of who Daddy was. Daddy's service at 2PC
Also, please don't hesitate to email me your memories and stories of Daddy. None is insignificant in giving a full picture of who Daddy was. We are going to bind them together and make a book for the grandchildren to look back on and learn who their grandfather was. My email is firstname.lastname@example.org