That’s amazing. During the last year of his life I was convinced that whatever was doing him in was nothing compared to the cancers. The docs couldn’t figure it out for the longest time.
I had been laid-off and was out up and down the East Coast doing interviews trying to land work as a mid-50s techie.
My sister called me in late November of 2014 telling me the end was near. Given his past, I refused to believe it.
Then he was gone.
I regret not going back before he died but the one thing my dad insisted upon was a strong work ethic. He knew what I was doing and even though I wasn’t there I was comforted by the fact he approved what I was doing.
All...my apologies if this post opened old wounds - that was not my intention (my father was shot in 1991). Just thought I’d start posting occasional “feel good” stories to alleviate the tension every now and then. When I was a law enforcement specialist, I was attending a homicide investigation conference. The DoD Chief Medical Examiner would would cycle through his slides, and then every fifth slide or so, would be a picture of a flower, forest, puppy, etc to break the dark mood. I’m going to be “that guy” and do a wholesome post every now and then...just to lighten things up.