He wore a cape for a while...
I was in the room with my Dad and my brother on the day he was told he had glioblastoma. 12-15 months to live, his doctor said. That was in March of 2019. Do the math on how long he fought after the diagnosis; July 11, 2020. My Dad turned 75 on June 27th. A year ago, we had a big party for him. We never expected he could somehow beat this damn brain cancer long enough to celebrate another birthday, but he did. We should have known better. He was never on anybody’s schedule. He did what he wante d, when he wanted. As I write this, I think about how Jesse tells me that is how I am. Maybe I got it from my Dad… Dad had 6 granddaughters and 1 grandson. My little dude sure loves his Papa. He still sleeps with the same bunny my Dad gave him on his very first Easter. It’s looking a little rough these days. We lived seven hours apart, but we did our best to see each other as much as we could. I’ve got some great memories captured in photos to remind my kids as the years go by. Papa ...