He is 89 years old. After living through the depression, he then spent his 21st birthday as a Marine in the hell hole of WWII on the island of Guam, preparing for the worst. Watched his business that his grandfather started, falter, and fizzle and became jobless in his 50s. Found employment again from selling tombstones to painting church steeples not wanting to rely on handouts. Lost his woman, his sweetheart, my mother, who he raised 5 kids with, awhile back. Has dealt with and is dealing with Cancer, boldly, without fear, without backing down. Today he is grateful, today he is thankful, like he was yesterday, and will be tomorrow. He says life has been good to him, he has no complaints. He is my father.
THE DAY AFTER
Some days in life we find ourselves in situations where we have extremely difficult decisions to make. Today was not one of those days. It was a no brainer. I choose door #2.