My dad he had cancer

Last night when I went to bed, I got to thinking about my Dad and his cancer, how soon it took his life from him at 67 years young.

He was a good man, a loving husband to our Mother, a good father to his children.  I have two sisters.  He loved life, a people person and people loved him, the work he did and he loved all animals great and small. My Dad had also served in the Army at a young age and was a true patriot.

Neither one of my parents drank or did drugs. I also never heard my parents arguing.  If they did it must have been done in private.  While all children get reprimanded when they do something not acceptable, our upbringing and home was one of the best.

Dad had lung cancer.  He was a tool and die maker, tool grinder.  He drove back and forth to Los Angeles to work at his trade all of my young life and into my adult years.  I think in part his lungs were affected from his work.

His passing was difficult, over an hour while hospitalized with his family at his bedside.  I held my Dad’s hand that was warm when I arrived and became cold as he passed.

Dad had one functioning lung with just 20% capacity.

I miss him dearly and not a day goes by that I am not thinking of him, his busy life, zest for life.

While both my parents were my go to persons all through my life when I needed advice about anything, I always found my Dad to be the most understanding and without criticizing or passing judgement.  His answers to my questions were always given honestly and for my best interests.  He always had a positive attitude and I can’t recall him ever putting any of us girls down for our mistakes in life.

Below are just a few of the pictures I treasure.


Above it a photo of my Dad and my Grandmother Gladys.  My Grandmother passed away with brain cancer.


My Dad, home on leave at a very young age.  He remained a true patriot.


A small photo of my young parents after they married and before I was ever thought about!


Dad enjoying one of our neighbors parrots!  They loved him and they hung out with Dad frequently.  Our neighbor called upon him to watch over her parrots when she traveled.

This picture was taken about 5 years before his passing.

I love you Dad, I miss you and now with my own diagnosis I hope you are aware somehow and will continue to provide me with advice.  I want more than ever to have the strength and to keep my positive attitude as much as you had with my own journey.