Life is Your Story

Fathers are distant yet near. The good ones do what they have to do before doing what they want to do. They pick you up and hold you high. They watch over you quietly from the sidelines. They try to avoid distractions and temptation. They try to be better than their fathers Whether they were bad or good My Dad - #26 And although they may not express it all that well or all that often... Their love for you is constant It follows you Wherever you go Wherever you are Close your eyes Return to your earliest memory You are taking your first steps And even though he is on the other side of the room He is ready to run and catch you If you fall somewhere in the middle Where everything happens Sometimes you make it into his arms Other times he reaches out and grabs you Breaking your fall This plays on again and again As life throws you up and down And as your father remains there Ready to catch you Even when he has gone Happy...

I lost my father this morning and in losing him I lost myself. I watched him suffer for months and I deeply questioned and disagreed with the pain and indignity that was bestowed upon him. You  often read in obituaries that the person fought a valiant battle. My father fought an impossible battle but he still fought it with all the realms of possibility and we were there right beside him around the clock as he was there for us throughout our childhood and later into adulthood. He was a super extroverted person. He spoke to everyone, he spoke to anyone and he listened. He was a radio broadcaster, a DJ, a sports journalist, a talk show host, a radio school teacher, a community man who volunteered and hosted numerous charitable events, the stadium announcer for both the McGill and Concordia teams. At his prime in reporting, he knew all of the Expos, Habs, Alouettees, WWF, jockeys at Blue Bonnets and many celebrities he interviewed on his Sunday radio show for CKVL. ...