My father passed away this morning. He suffered a heart attack, early, before going to work. My mother discovered him after he did not wake her up for work. It was already far too late for the paramedics to do anything.
I should elaborate. He was my step-father. My biological father left when I was very young. John came into my life at 6 years old and even though he had already raised two kids with his previous wife, he accepted the responsibility again because he loved my mother so much.
After I graduated high school, we became much closer, and last year, while I was in Italy I had the opportunity to tell him how much I loved him. That I had always loved him, even as a kid who wasn't always quick to except him. He was my father. He is my father. He taught me everything I know about being a man and I was so glad to let him know how much he meant to me. Now, not even a year later, he's gone...
My mother, sister, and I didn't have a lot before he came into our lives. He gave us a home, he gave us security, he gave us love, he saved our family. My sister was married two months ago and I am finishing my college career, everything is falling into place for us to live successful, happy lives. He came and saved us and stayed long enough to make sure that we would make it on our own and then his strong heart finally gave out. He was 62.
I am grateful, though. He had smoked for almost 50 years and quit last year. I don't know if I could have handled him wasting away from cancer. I can only assume that it happened quickly.
The point of this message is to ask my family here at SF to keep my amazing mother in their prayers. My sister and I are staying at the house for the week with her, but this day has been hard on all of us.
Please remember us in your prayers...
Mad props to Steel-Bryan for the Bucco sig.