Miss you, Daddy
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The first time cancer affected my immediate family was when my Dad was diagnosed with colon cancer at age 74. One thing I recall so clearly is that Dad was blind-sided by the news, and he believed he was doomed. I remember how horrible it was to feel so helpless. I knew nothing about cancer. It absolutely broke my heart.
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I did everything I could to help him, and he was receptive to just about anything, but alternative healing resources were scarce at the time. He died at age 75.
Dad was blessed to be married to a guardian angel who looked after him to the day he died, with so much love. I miss them both. |
Pictured above is Dad with his 1940s Martin ukulele. His love of music from bygone days inspired me to learn to play the ukulele and, in turn, gave rise to my group, the Ukulele Songbirds.
Thank you, Daddy. Every time I sing and play my ukulele, I feel you by my side. Dad also loved bowling. I remember tagging along at his bowling tournaments as a kid. This was the last time our son, Joe, saw his Grandpa Jack. Such wonderful memories. |
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