Today, July 19th is the 14th anniversary of my Daddy’s death. He died at the age 67 of advanced prostate cancer which had gone undetected for several years. By the time he diagnosed with the disease, it had masticated into his bones. It was an agonizing and painful end for my father, the morphine used to ease his suffering lead to confusion and hallucinations. Sadly, this was the only time Rick, then my boyfriend, met my father. As Rick stood beside me in the hospital room, I knew I had found a life partner in him.
But enough of how my father died, because he lived an abundant and creative life. In honor of him tonight, I would like to discuss that life.
My Dad was an artist. His artwork could be seen on backdrops for local theatre productions, on posters for local events, on canvases depicting scenes from Monterey County, California and in his collection of carefully crafted pottery. He also loved the environment. Dad especially had an interest in birds. He participated in so many things that it is impossible list them all. Suffice it to say, he gave my sister and me a love of learning, and appreciation of the arts and nature.
Dad was a gentle and kind father. He was a loyal husband, he stood by my mother through her 9 1/2 years battle with breast cancer. Although, he was only 49 years old when she died, he never remarried and still maintained a love for life. He had an impish sense of humor, and enjoyed a good joke. Dad LOVED Christmas, he made it magical with his artful home decorations, and special family traditions.
I wish my girls could meet their “Opa”. I will keep you alive in their hearts by the stories I tell them, and the cherished artwork and pottery I have that you skillfully crafted. I will share the joy you had for life, for nature, and for beauty with my daughters. I love you and miss you Daddy.