Dad, my friend, my confidant, you will always be with me.
I was on vacation at the beach with my Dad and family the week before he fell ill. The night he returned from the beach he told my Mother he was very tired, at 78, she thought the heat of the beach had worn him out and he might be dehydrated. By Wednesday we took him to the ER because he had become very weak. They wanted to send him home because they couldn't come up with a reason. After our insistence, they admitted him. He rapidly declined and they determined sepsis but could never find the source. My Dad was a beautiful Angel, a big, strong, intelligent retired Firefighter that lived every minute of his life helping and worrying about others and never complaining about himself. He was unconscious the last week of his life and the morning he took his last breath on this earth, his wife and 5 children were touching him and telling him how much we appreciated having this amazing, wonderful person in our lives. The following week was my parents 55th wedding anniversary, she is amazing and strong and I pray every minute that she will be able to go on with out his companionship, she will always have his love. Dad, I miss you every second, you have and always will be my hero. Xoxoxo