I'm finally ready to say a little more about losing my Dad last Wednesday. This subject is so deeply personal and I am still trying to comprehend the level of grief I am feeling, so this is really hard. I think I will defer to a quote from my brother Mike's eulogy:
"My Dad was loved deeply and respected immensely. He and my Mom raised a family of five children and eight grandchildren. We all knew we were loved every day of our lives.
I'm certain that raising five children wasn't easy, and I'm pretty sure that we gave him his share of grey hairs. But no matter the trouble we caused, big or small, we always knew we could come home.
And that's what we did during Dad's final days, we all came home. With my Mom, brother and three sisters around him, we reminded Dad of all the lessons that he taught us, the experiences we shared and the love we have for him. He will always be in our hearts."
I absolutely cherish the ten days I spent at home in Milwaukee before and after my Father's death. I am so grateful that I was at a point in my breast cancer treatment that I could travel safely and be completely present to this incredibly powerful experience. Being surrounded by my entire immediate family infused me with a new sense of wholeness and strength. I think my Dad knew what I truly needed to continue my fight and he gave me this final gift. I'm in awe.
With great love,