My father, the Old Salt, passed away yesterday. We knew it was coming, but other than having the chance to say goodbye, it didn't make it any easier. Ultimately, it wasn't the cancer that got him, but rather the repeated infections due to his chemotherapy-compromised immune system. With each infection he got weaker, and didn't bounce back as quickly. This last one was it.
DAD WITH HIS CAT, LILY. HE WAS SO ALLERGIC TO HER, BUT HE LOVED HER (AND SHE ADORED HIM)!
I take comfort in knowing he's not in pain anymore, and that he is now with his beloved wife Bette, who lost her battle with cancer eight years ago.
Daddy, I miss you so much. You left a big empty place that no one can fill.