This morning my Dad passed away after three weeks in Hospice care. He had terminal cancer and did not want to endure the kind of invasive procedures required to extend his battle. He endured a lot during his last few weeks, but ultimately died peacefully in his sleep.
His name was John and he was born in NY, but lived most of his life in NJ. He married his High School sweetheart, Beverly, and had two sons. He was an electrical engineer by trade. In 1971, he was drafted into the Army and did a tour of duty in Vietnam. He eventually started his own business and retired to Florida.
My Dad loved math and problem solving. He loved science and puzzles. He was the most organized man I ever knew. He loved tinkering in his workshop with everything from electronics to wood. He liked playing video games from time to time. His favorites were Duke Nukem and Silent Service. He also loved reading World War II history and studying submarines. He was a talented photographer and a master of Photoshop. But most of all, he loved his family and he gave us everything he had and somehow always managed to find more to give.
I think the best way to characterize my Dad could be found in his final weeks. He was in the hospital, in rough shape and in a lot of pain. He knew he was facing a no-win situation. And yet every nurse that cared for him made a point of saying what a wonderful man he was. He was kind and polite and did not complain, even when he was at his lowest.
Dad, you were the best father that anyone could have ever asked for and more then that, you were my best friend. I will love you forever and I will never forget you. I feel like I will have a hole in my heart for the rest of my life. I cannot imagine a single day will ever go by that I don’t think about you, and all you did for me, and what a wonderful man you were.