Happy Father's Day to each and everyone out. I have officially entered the my annual month of wistfulness. Between today and July 19th, the day my dad died, there are reminders. His birthday was July 3rd. I think of him each and every day. He is the wind beneath my wings. He is my hero.
Uniting Against Lung Cancer did their annual Kites for a Cure event and as I shared in past posts, we had a kite flown in his honor at the inaugural event in 2007. Little could we know he would be gone in less than two months. This year, I had a kite flown in his memory. I just received the photographs from UALC.
In a bit of a rather bittersweet moment, I had something else happen last week. Each year, we award a scholarship in my dad's memory at a local high school. I hope to share the story of the young woman who was this year's recipient. When we talk about how cancer steals lives, her story punctuates that message. I will obtain her permission first first, but stolen is an appropriate word in all cases. In hers, especially so.
As I was pulling into the school parking lot for the awards ceremony, which began at 7:30 and you can see the time on the third photo, the tears began to spill. As I sat in the auditorium waiting to be called to the podium, I found myself blinking back tears more than once.
To my dad, I miss you terribly. To Karen, I see Yvonne dedicated a beautiful post to Hugh. And, to Frank Terrazzano, I send you comforting thoughts. His daughter Lauren continues to inspire me each and every day. Her kite says precisely that......