Since tomorrow is Father's Day, I think it is only appropriate that I should post about my Dad.
Dad is 86. He has been our family rock for many many years. He was married to my mother for almost 63 years, until she passed last August. Until she went into the nursing home 6 months before, they slept in the same bed, held hands and actually *liked* each other. Their marriage was a testament to stability.
He is a kind, compassionate man. Unlike my mother who felt that everyone was entitled to her opinion, he did not offer his. But if you didn't want the truth, don't ask him. He wouldn't sugar coat it.
His health, both mental and physical, has deteriorated in the past few years. He can no longer live alone, so I live with him and take care of him. It is my honor and my blessing to have this opportunity to give back to the man who gave his whole life for his family.
So, Happy Father's Day, Daddy! I love you more than I can express.
Mom's first week in the nursing home - the world weary and battle scarred.
Relay for Life - he is our survivor. He has survived cancer 4 times, 3 unrelated cancers.
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