Because my phone often delays its delivery of voice mail notifications, I didn’t know until the next day that my Dad had called as I was returning to Columbus from my Los Angeles birthday trip. Parental phone calls ordinarily originate with Mom, but since she was in Germany that week, I didn’t think much of it. When I called him back, I jokingly asked if I was in trouble for something.
For now… I’m preferring to skip the rest of the storytelling of everything that came between then and the subsequent month and a half.
My Dad called to tell me that he was dying.
He waited to lay this news on me cause he didn’t want to ruin my vacation.
The influence his life had on my own cannot be overstated. I’m going to be unpacking and reconciling my emotions and thoughts for quite some time. I’ll eventually write about it here. In the meantime, I want to share his life.
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