My Dad turns 75 this weekend
My Dad turns 75 this weekend. I can’t believe it. He is battling stage 4 glioblastoma. Last summer for his 74th, my brother threw him a party. He had siblings from Arizona, South Carolina, Ohio, all come together to celebrate the life he’d lived. It was a tough day. He told my brother he’d never had a party before. That made me sad. He deserved more than one. But there we were, celebrating him, knowing his clock was running out. At the end of March 2019, we were told the diagnosis. 12-15 months. Since then, I’ve been well aware of time. My Dad turns 75 this weekend. I told my son we were going to Ohio to see him and Nana. “Will Papa be able to talk this time?” He’s 5. He’ll grow up not remembering his Papa the way he was. I’ll spend my time trying to remind him. Papa was a real superhero. Anybody that can delay the inevitable as cancer literally eats their brain for over a year and a half is more than that. Papa not only was a real superhero, but he liked being one with you.