Thursday, August 9, 2007

Initial Post


On Tuesday evening, my father called to tell us - me - directly that his test results were "not good". I broke down. I don't think I have ever cried in front of him as a grown man. We cried together. Two to six months.

You never have enough time with your family - your mother, your father, your spouse or your children - you can never tell them often enough that you love them.

I always thought Dad would be at my kids' graduation from high school, from college or be at their weddings. I thought he would see Chad become an Eagle Scout, or be at the birth of his great grandkids. In fact - it was never even considered that he wouldn't be there.

I have decided I need to write. I need to tell him of all of my memories.

- Craig

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