A Long Overdue Remembrance of My Father (Repost from Facebook)
The following post was written the day before Father's Day in 2010. I have made no changes to the text except the correct spelling errors and punctuation errors. I have added some additional photographs that were not present in the original Facebook post. --- November 19th, 1980. The day my dad succumbed to the scourge of modern society, Cancer. In this case, Leukemia. I was 8 years old. I don't have many memories of my day. At least, I don't have many memories that include him visually. I vaguely remember sitting at the kitchen table, leaning back in our high back chairs and him chastising me for doing that. And yet, the one time I leaned too far and fell back into the china cabinet (cracking the glass), I don't remember punishment. I remember him being concerned for my health. I remember him sitting around the pool, usually in his chaise lounge, watching as his children and his wife played in the water. But, I am thankful for the few photographs I do have of him. Beca...