This will be the hardest thing I have ever written. On the evening of March 31, 2015, just before Midnight, my father passed away. For those of you who really know me, you know that he and I were extremely close. Nine years ago, I was graduating law school, and ready to set out on new adventures in my life. My father was retired, and living up retirement in the Florida Keys as only he could.
A mild heart attack back then changed both of our paths forever. He came to live with me so I could care for him and I chose to remain in the IT and Marketing fields as they gave me the flexibility to be with him more than being an attorney ever would. Numerous complications throughout the years turned what we both thought would be a temporary situation into a permanent one. There were times in my life that I resented him for this, but recently I began to look back on how close we had become, how my new path led me to meet my wife, Diana Ford, how much she made it easier on me to care for him, and how much he recognized and loved her for that.
I take comfort in the fact that while not every day for him lately was a good one, his last one was the best one he had in quite some time. He spent the day smiling, talking, eating, etc. and that his passing was quick and painless.
I already miss him more than I ever thought I would, and it's barely been a few hours since he passed. He once apologized to me for having to take care of him. Dad, it was my pleasure. I wish I was still doing it today.
I love you. Rest In Peace.