My father passed away last month. He was able to come home for Thanksgiving, and he got to see all 6 of his siblings and their families, but the Saturday after Thanksgiving he lost his 4-year battle with liver and colon cancer.
When I remember my Dad, I think of some of the happiest moments of my childhood. Getting checked out of first grade at noon to go catch a Braves day baseball game. Watching R-rated movies in the theater before I was 10 years old. My first conscious memory that I can clearly recall was when I was 3 and I went fishing with my Dad on Lake Lanier.
To help support him and my Mom were the reasons I moved to North Carolina 4 years ago... and this event has been looming over everything since.
My sister and mother are doing about as okay as can be expected. We got my mom a brand new puppy, so at least she now has a mammal to fret over.\
Work has been going really well, I'll blog about that next.
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Really sorry to hear that news mate
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