My Father's Illness and my Grief....

Grief was consuming my life. I simply had to do something.....My Dad had been admitted into the hospital. I simply had to write....I took out a piece of writing paper and begin to pour out.

A man's success is measured by what he leaves behind. My Dad was a success, strong, yet gentle and kind. He was married to my Mom for over fourty-five years; They supported each other through laughter and through tears.

He was a family man who cared for us and gave us his all, He raised two daughters and two sons to stand strong, proud and tall. He taught us to think ,speak out, take risks and to take a stand. When we stumbled and fell, he picked us up and sent us back out again.