The End

Tomorrow it will be 11 years and four months since my Dad had his surgery. Sadly, Monday morning, November 25th 2019, my father's long fight came to an end. His family was fortunate to be able to say their goodbyes and 'I love you's'. The last few weeks we've seen his health start to decline. He lost what few abilities that he was allowed post surgery. I would tell him each night how much I loved him, get hugs while he still had the strength, and watched one last Seahawks game together.

Every week during the NFL season, he and I play in a pickem league where you pick the winners of each game. If you pick the most right, you win a weekly cash prize. He actually won a few weeks ago, which couldn't have been better timed. Every Wednesday I would ask him for his picks, and enter them in. As the recent weeks went on, he became less and less responsive, so I had a feeling this was coming. My tears started weeks ago, and haven't let up.

We all thought this would be relatively easy since a majority of our tears were spent 11 years ago. That couldn't have been further from the truth, I'm afraid. The support from family and friends is incredible.

For those that are just reading this blog for the first time, please find the archives and start at the beginning. It was recommended that I discontinue these posts, which is why there is an 8 year hiatus from my last post. I'm toying with the idea of continuing to post for the short term, sharing memories of my Dad. I miss him more than words can describe. He truly was my hero, and an inspiration of the man I've always wanted to be.