I pulled up in front of my Dad's office and looked for him in the window, just out of habit. For a split second I thought, "Oh, I'll pop in on my dad today." He was always glad to see me when I stopped by the church. He'd invariably ask, "What are you up to this morning?"
Trying not to lose my schnitzel, Papa bear. Trying not to lose my schnitzel.
Written July 26, 2020 at 8:32 am.
Note: My dad passed away on April 6, 2020, just after the world shut down due to COVID. His skin cancer had come back even though none of us knew it and had spread to several tumors in his brain. He went to the emergency room in March with stroke-like symptoms and his decline was quick after that. He passed away at home. He was 63 and I was 38.
I had wanted to go back to school the fall of 2019 since Kitty was in school, but it didn't work out. Instead I spent those months at the church with my dad, puttering away at my books. They are some of my favorite memories of him. He'd come out of his office for a chat and we'd poke through the church fridge to see what snacks were left over from Sunday. I did go back to school starting on my birthday in January, 2020, just a few months before he passed. Our relationship was rocky at times, but I am glad for the gift of those months with the best version of him.
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