It’s 2am in Boston. I am sitting in the room with my Brother-in-law, Brad. It has been a long hard day. Today we had to “share” my dad with others as they came and saw him and said their I love yous. I realize tonight that He is my dad and I am His son, but he really belongs to all of us. More importantly he belongs to God. I do not know if I am prepared to be the man he was or have the impact that he did on this beautiful world. I do not know if any of you can do it either, but my wife said words tonight that echo in my heart. We are not called to live his life we are called to live ours. Deep within us all is the faith and hope that God could step in at any minute and save my dad, but at the same time we must praise him even if he does not. Tonight I reflect not on the past, but on what he taught me; How to be a dad, how to love my wife and kids, how to be a man, how to see the world through others eyes and how to truly savor the most out of life. I think we all would agree, God for a moment of our lives whether it be directly or indirectly gave us a glimpse of what it is to truly live life to its fullest. My dad made it a rule to put others first…in everything. He is a man whose mission in life was to learn more, and share with others his discoveries. He is a man who will push through the pain and look for the joy. He is a man who lived out what he once told me “it is what you do that defines who you are.”
There was a mixup with the test they ran yesterday so we did not hear the results, but as a family we know deep down what the results will be. Short of a God-sized miracle, Mid-morning tomorrow we will meet one last time with the surgeon, and then we will proceed with saying our I love yous to not just a good man, but to a great man. Again I think we all believe God could save him, but we will praise Him even if he does not.
This has been one of the hardest things I have ever been through, and I know the steps from here will only get harder. He is my dad, he is your friend, and he is an inspiration to us all. Please pray for my family in the next few days, as we “share” our dad with all of you.
One last thought…when my sisters where in college the entire hallway of the dorm use to call him “little dad” because he was everyones dad. On visits he would waddle from dorm room to dorm room spreading joy and laughter where he went. He was more than just a parent he a was a “little dad” I sit here in awe as read the kind words from hundreds of you outloud to my dad. I realize even if it is vicariously through one of us, he is all our little dad. And he will always be my little dad. I can only hope to be the father to my kids that he is to the world…