17 years ago today my Dad passed away after courageously battling cancer. He had beaten it in to remission twice before it took his life. The day he died was the worst day of my life.
It is very personal and I have been forthcoming about my loss even back to when he was first diagnosed. The first time I cried on the radio was when I came back from his funeral and I turned that microphone on for the first time after my life had changed. Amazingly, people like you understood and reached out to me in big and small ways. I learned a lot about human kindness during those difficult days.
My dad wasn’t a celebrity, politician or an important executive. He was a hard working man and he was my dad.
I know that many people can relate to this loss and understand completely when I say that not a day goes by that I don’t still miss him.
I’ve mentioned before that he once told me he didn’t want me sitting around a grave crying while he was pushing up daisies! So, to make me smile and I think it makes him smile too, I put a pin-wheel at his grave whenever I get up to Cincinnati.
I hope this doesn’t seem morbid but that in fact you can see in my vulnerability a celebration of a life and my way of remembering a precious life. We all need to celebrate those we love a little more, don’t you agree?Share on Facebook