Mom and Dad

My Dad

Dads Graduation

My dad grew up in the City of Brotherly Love. Super intelligent, man of few words, and big-time lacking common sense. Great athlete, he enjoyed reading science fiction, and writing. You knew he was from Philadelphia by the way he said water – “wooder.” You can take the man out of Philly, but you can’t take Philly out of the man.

We didn’t know he was dying. But he did have dementia on his way to Alzheimers. He was getting worse, but could still have a conversation.

I remember praying to God that I didn’t want to see him die from Alzheimers. I didn’t want to see him become less. It was bad enough he was about six mentally when he died.

He was at my house for five weeks while his wife (mom had already passed away by then and he had remarried) was in Michigan visiting her daughter. Although dad was a lot of ‘work’, like a fifth child, he was funny and I will never ever forget this time with him.

A month later he started turning yellow. And a month later he died.

The man never drank or smoked or chased women. He exercised and played sodoku every day.

He didn’t die from Alzheimers, they found tumors in his liver and stomach.

One of the greatest gifts I ever got was having that alone time with dad – I didn’t know it at the time, just HOW great a gift it was.


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