I’ve been struggling for quite a few days over how to start this post, so it’s probably best to get straight to the point: On Friday, July 13th, my father passed away after a short battle with an extremely serious illness. Without getting into too many medical details, it involved complications from some kind of pancreatic growth/tumor that had escaped detection until it was already severe enough to be causing physical symptoms and generally wreaking havoc, and which was exacerbated by a (probably unrelated) infection that his body just couldn’t beat.
It hits hard when you lose a loved one, and only the more so when you didn’t see it coming. When you thought you still had all the time in the world. Dad was only 59, and as recently as three weeks before, we didn’t even have reason to think he might be sick. Losing him blindsided us all.
But one thing you learn over the course of grieving is that the world keeps turning. Life goes on, even when there’s a big empty void where one of your parents used to be. You pick up the pieces, resume your old routines, and try to live your life in ways that would make them proud.
So today, in the spirit of honoring and remembering my dad, I want to tell you a little bit about him. About the devoted father and all-around awesome guy I’ve had the pleasure of knowing for the past 26 years.
There aren’t even words to describe what a good person he was. Laid back and down-to-earth, super easy to talk to, with a kind of steadfast pragmatism and the patience of a saint. He rarely got angry or raised his voice. He tended to keep quiet about his emotions in general, like many men of his generation I think, though never in a way that left any doubt about how much he loved us.
Growing up, Dad was always there. He ran his own business from an office in our house, so he was effectively the stay-at-home-parent in our family. And yet somehow it seemed like he was never too busy to talk, or to answer whatever dumb question three kids could come up with at all hours of the day. And he was never above playing or joining us kids in doing the kid stuff.
And at Christmas… Lots of people’s parents play the role of Santa Claus, eating the cookies and leaving the presents for their kids and whatnot, but Dad went the extra mile. He would put on a Santa Claus outfit every Christmas Eve and came to the door, ringing sleigh bells and booming jolly greetings. As a small child, this all seemed 100% legit — we didn’t recognize him in the outfit, and somehow we just never wondered at how we never saw Dad and Santa in the same place at the same time.
I look back now and laugh at that outrageously fake-looking cotton beard and wonder how amused he must’ve been under there.
There are so many other fond memories from growing up, like how we would play Legos with Dad. We would build these elaborate castles with towers and turrets, and then set up those little green army men and try to shoot them off from across the room with rubber bands. I don’t think he was just humoring us with this. He really, genuinely enjoyed those games of building with Legos.
But then, Dad loved building things in general — and it wasn’t limited to just toys and games. Shortly after we moved into the house I grew up in, he actually built an entire garage. I was too young to really remember much about this, except that I used to like to ride my tricycle around on the cement slab before the rest of the garage went up on top of it.
Building an entire garage might not be that impressive for someone with a background in carpentry or architecture, but Dad had nothing like that — he was an accountant who just really, really liked building things. He used to dream about building an entire house someday. And then building a pond next to it like this guy so he could have waterfront property.
In practice, though, Dad got his fill of waterfront spaces on vacations. He loved traveling. (It’s probably where I got my love of road trips, which we’re already well on our way to passing on to the next generation.) We traveled all over the country during my childhood and saw a great deal of everything the lower 48 states have to offer. Beaches and mountains, monuments and amusement parks. On the most insane road trip I remember, we drove out to California on a route that took us through Las Vegas, and came home on a route that took us through Montana further north, stopping at as many places as we could along the way.
One thing you’ll notice looking through our old family photos — taken many years and hundreds of miles apart — is that he always wore that same red and white hat on vacation.
As I got older, Dad was still just as easy to talk to, and he was still always there. Like when we ran into those property tax troubles I wrote about back in January, I could always count on calling him up to ask for advice. In my adult years, I could better appreciate how he liked making people laugh with dumb jokes, and how he liked telling stories — about going to college, or working for the IRS, or doing tax returns. I don’t think anyone else in the history of the world could make these kinds of boring topics sound as funny and interesting as Dad did.
When Lillian was born, Dad welcomed his first grandchild to the world with grandfatherly pride. He decided he wanted to be called “Granddad” instead of “Grandpa” or “Poppy,” and he arranged his work schedule around making it easy for my mom to come over and watch her during the day.
Tragically, he didn’t get to see his baby granddaughter learn to walk and talk and call him “Grandad.” He didn’t make it to retirement, or to do any of the traveling or other things he’d hoped to do in his later years.
But as my brother Jason put it so eloquently in the eulogy… Dad didn’t get a chance to do everything he might’ve wanted in life, but at the same time, life didn’t pass him by. And if he could look back on his time here on earth I hope he would be proud of everything he did have a chance to see and do and accomplish in his life.
Rest in peace, Dad, you will be sorely missed and this world is an emptier place without you. And to anyone reading this: Don’t take your loved ones for granted. Live well, make lots of memories, and appreciate your family to the fullest while you can. Life is a fragile and unpredictable thing.