by Samantha Rundell
(Reynoldsburg, Ohio USA)
November 2nd, 2011 at 1140 my father took his last breath after a 2 and a half year battle with pancreatic cancer. He was my best friend. I have always been close to my father, who I had always called "daddy". There is so much about me that is a direct influence from him. Daddy wanted to be friends with anyone he would come in contact with, from perfect strangers to family members. He would make you feel welcome and interested in what you had to say. He was a lover of history and science, two of my most appreciated subjects now. Because of him I have seen Haley's comet, the space shuttle, numerous battleships, subs and aircraft carriers. Historical sites like battle fields, forts, indian mounds, paddleboats, and plantations. I never imagined how painful this loss would be. I have known my father would die sooner rather than later, but you cannot really prepare for it. After hearing his diagnosis in May 2009 I made sure to spend even more quality time with him. Now I just want more, to hear his voice again, his laugh. I just want to sit beside him and watch the fireworks of the 4th of July. To be able to ask questions like who composed "the Planets" when I can't remember. I have never felt a loss so deeply painful. Seeing my mother suffer as well heightens my pain. She is also my best friend and seeing her in so much pain is crushing. My father was an amazing man, truly. He laid bare his caring heart and compassion for anyone in need. I can only dream to have an ounce of such a beautiful quality.