It was 11 years ago today that my dad passed away. That year September 14th was also a Sunday. It was 8:05 AM when my mom called me to say that he had died. He had fought a brave battle against pancreatic cancer. When that form of cancer is diagnosed, the person usually has only a few months to live, but my dad survived for two years. Today Karen, Lee and I picked up my mother and visited the gravesites of Karen's mother, grandmother, aunt, and uncle before visiting my father's grave. We also met my sister Joyce and brother-in-law Keith there. I am sure my dad would have been pleased.
When I visit the cemetery I always remember how my dad went out his way for the family. He was a manager of a ladies clothing store and had to work 6 days a week for year. In December he had to work several nights a week. Today I told Lee the time he took me to my first baseball game in 1957 to see the Brooklyn Dodgers at Ebbetts Field. My dad also introduced me to Top 40 radio. I remember sitting in his car while he played WABC or WMCA in the early 1960s.
Rest in peace Dad.
2 comments:
Bruce, you have my deepest condolences. My father passed away in February 1984 at the age of 61. Much too young. My mother has been gone for nearly four years now and it's still tough to deal with.
My Dad was similiar to yours in the regard he was an intensive worker. Seven-day a week work regiments were usually the norm when you ran several businesses. As much as I've been grateful for what we had materially, I miss my father not being around much while growing up.
When I saw your message earlier regarding your visit to the cemetary, I thought it would be best to comment here on your Journal.
Bruce, you have a wonderful family and you should be very proud. And, yes, I believe your father is very pleased.
My condolences to you, Bruce.
Beth
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