This month has a rush of memories for me. Three years ago, my father, may he rest in peace, was going in for surgery. He was diagnosed with colon cancer. We all went to visit and shared Halloween with him. We laughed over spooky decorations, showed our love, and shed our tears.
He knew that he was going to pass soon and wanted to spend every moment with us. Between the hospital, our home and hospice — he was in an ambulance every other day. We prayed and prayed.
We gave him the best Thanksgiving he ever had and made him feel special at Christmas, singing carols and sharing cocoa. We brought in the 2015 New Year in 2015, watching the Super Bowl and snacking together.
He was strong and pleasant, despite the pains. Sometimes he would cry about not wanting to depart from us. Mom and Dad spent Valentine’s Day together one last time. They were unable to celebrate their wedding anniversary one month later. On February 20, his life ended. Gone but not forgotten. We love you dad, forever.
