I have to share with you the sad news that my dad passed away on Monday at the age of 86. You may recall that my parents had sold their Cape condo and were moving down to Florida to become year-rounders. They left on October 18; Andy drove them to the airport and reported that Dad seemed perfectly fine, even lugged the suitcases out of the car with no problem. On November 2 he went to the ER with shortness of breath, spent a week in the hospital, received a diagnosis of advanced lung cancer, and then went home. He was gone three weeks later.
It was awfully quick, yes, but long enough that I got a chance to fly down to Florida and say my goodbyes. He was lucid right to the end, and not in any great pain, for which I’m grateful. We even managed to make each other laugh a little bit while I visited.
My parents celebrated their 61st anniversary last February—a very exclusive club, as Andy points out.
Dad painted in his spare time; his artwork adorns the walls of all his children and grandchildren’s homes. This one’s my favorite; it hangs in my living room:
He was also an avid gardener, golfer, traveler, and food lover. He taught his daughters how to play poker and how to body surf (we called it “taking in a wave”). He was really smart and had a wicked sense of humor.
Here’s my favorite photo of Dad, from when he was about 23 or 24, in Germany:
The funeral will be held tomorrow. Rest in peace, Dad. I love you.