I lowered the tarp and raced up the outside deck stairs, opened the sliding door, and began shaking you violently in order to wake you from your nap. I had to do a double take to make sure my eyes had not deceived me. I could not believe what I was looking at. When I lifted the tarp to expose the covered obstacle, I was awe-struck. As an extremely curious kid, I had to learn what was underneath. I noticed a big tarp under the deck that was clearly covering something. The next summer in Seattle, I believe I was ten, you were on the couch sleeping and I went outside to mess around. Given that Darren was two years younger, I could not understand why it was okay for him to have a mini-bike, and not me. I recall during my younger years how protective you were…you worried a lot about Cary and me.Īfter that week at Ron and Mary Ann’s, all I could talk about was how much I wanted a mini-bike like Darren’s. What you did not realize at the time, was that my acquaintance with the mini-bike was one that provided a great sense of freedom and happiness. I could not understand your anger at the time, but later realized you were just being protective…that you were very nervous about my safety while riding. When you got out of the car, you were so angry with me…or perhaps your frustration was pointed at Ron and Mary Ann for not asking you if it was okay if I rode the motor bike.
As you drove up the road leading to the house on the hill, I raced down to meet you. When you came back a week later to pick us up, I was so proud to show you how skilled I’d become at riding.
#ONE DAY ONE DAY I WAS REALLY REALLY SAD HOW TO#
Darren, who is a couple years younger, had just gotten a mini bike-during my visit I had learned how to ride it. When I was about nine or ten you dropped me and Cary off at Ron and Mary Ann’s house for a week. I wanted to let you know how much I love you by sharing some of my fondest memories together. I suppose some of the warning signs were on the wall and that you’ve known for a while now. While I knew the inevitable would eventually happen, I certainty did not expect it this soon. I can’t tell you how much I’ve been struggling the past few weeks since I learned of your illness. BTW, the pictures posted are of course unrelated to the subject matter, but rather to show/celebrate my father’s life. I post this publicly mainly for friends and family, however perhaps this approach will inspire others to do the same for their loved ones in a similar situation. My step-mother Hattie told me today that this letter meant a great deal to him. The most meaningful thing I could think to do, was to write him a letter and share my fondest memories together. I was not sure what to do, how to console him, or even how to deal with the situation. I just learned of my father’s lung cancer a couple months ago when he told me he did not have much time to live.
After battling and recovering from prostrate cancer, then trying to fight lung cancer, my father lost that battle this morning around 1am. It is a very sad day for me and my family.
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