Last night, my father succumbed to the ravages of lung cancer. While not as shocking as when Mama Knascar was taken from me two years ago this month, he was violently wrenched from me yesterday evening while sitting on the couch, waiting for the Cavs game to come on. At least he was home to see both the Browns and the Buckeyes win last weekend.
Taken in March ’09.
I love you, Daddy. Go find Mama Knascar and challenge her to backgammon. She might let you win.