Three weeks ago I returned from one of the most difficult periods of my life, and I haven’t been ready to blog about it until now.
My dad died after 23 days in intensive care as a result of complications from cancer surgery. He was 85, a former Chicago fireman, a devoted husband to his wife of 60 years, and an involved father in the lives of his seven children in an era when a father’s involvement in caregiving wasn’t the norm.
My family and I will miss him, especially my mom who now struggles with dementia and Parkinson’s, and deeply depended on my dad. Read more