It's been several days since I heard the news that my dad had passed away and the pain isn't any better. I have some good moments and I'm thankful for having an amazing wife who has supported me during the bad times. The passing of my dad is bittersweet. The last couple of weeks of his life truly sucked with obvious signs that the cancer had really started to do it's dirty work. He had already lost mobility on his left side due to the tumor in his brain and slowly everything else just started to shutdown.

Cancer Sticks

It wasn't supposed to be this way. My dad was my mentor. As Joe Stump said, he was the man that made me a man. The thought of him passing was something that I envisioned when he was 90 or 100, not 65. And certainly not this way. How could my dad who came by boat from Cuba, battled for the freedom of that same country (gun in hand at that), served in the U.S. Military, made a life, raised 3 sons, built a thriving business and finally had 26 acres to retire on in North Carolina be gone? My dad was supposed to be in North Carolina now with my mom & they're 4 dogs tending to his house, harassing my aunt, brother & sis-in-law and just being grandparents. 