Posted on Jun 1, 2015

May 20, 2010, I lost the first man I ever loved, my dad. I lost him to a disease I knew nothing about, but would reluctantly learn more than I ever wanted to know. My dad was the bravest man I knew, he never gave up hope, he fought with grace and dignity to the end. He told me that “Love Never Dies” and he’d be with me always. He left behind a wife, 5 children,our 5 spouses, and 11 grandchildren. He left us a legacy of love. He was such a good man,not only was he working a full time job, he worked with the homeless and anyone less fortunate, he had a golden heart. He would stop by my house, with coffee, and sit and chat with me. It’s the conversations with my father that I miss the most. We have a strong family because of him, but nothing feels the same without him, he’s missed so much, so many milestones. He was a singer and a lover of life and he had just turned 69 years old when heaven gained an angel. My father taught me to love, this cancer taught me that life can change in one moment and to cherish every single second that we get and I do, until I am reunited with my hero, my dad. I honor him in all that I am, all that I do. “To live in hearts we leave behind is not to die.”