Hi,
My dad died of cancer when I was 7 years old. Here are some of the things I remember:
- Him going out and playing baseball with me in the backyard, despite being sick as hell from the chemo.
- Riding on his shoulders when we'd be out at places.
- Helping him switch gears in his Volkswagen Rabbit.
- Turning on every blinker, windshield wiper, hazard flasher I could find in his car before he turned the car on....and him having the solitude to smile and turn them all off before heading out of the garage.
- Riding the Gold Rusher at Disney World and his hat flying off and him reaching back like lightning to catch it.
- The day he brought home two new baseball bats out of the blue for me and my sister.
- Hugging him as he walked in the door from work each day.
- Visiting him at the hospital and him still being able to laugh with us.
- He would wake up every day and do jumping jacks and stretch, and most days he'd go for a short run.
- The mammoth bowls of ice cream he'd eat as well as how easily an entire Oreo would fit in his mouth.
I could keep going...but you get the picture. He tried his hardest to not let his illness get to him. It's the little things I remember most.
Stay positive and full of vigor.