Today marks the anniversary of the loss of my father.
He was diagnosed with Chronic Lymphocytic Leukemia, began chemo quickly, went through a bone marrow transplant not soon after, and wound up dying from complications from the transplant. He received excellent care, had a kind and loving team of nurses and doctors, but just couldn't beat it.
I'm sad that my father never met my wife. I'm sad that my father never got to meet his granddaughter. I miss the regular calls we had. I miss standing in cool water with a fly rod in my hand, discussing the issues of the day.
I miss my dad.
It would mean a lot to me if those of you reading today would toss a few bucks to the good people at the Leukemia and Lymphoma Society in his honor.
I love you dad, and miss you. I hope you have been watching Madeline live, laugh, and grow.
