I’ll Never Forget That Day…
I’ll Never Forget That Day… The doctor cleared his throat. “I’m sorry… but I have bad news.” He looked at my dad. “You have cancer.” In high school, my dad was strong. An All-American football player. Now he was sick. Very sick. Before long, he needed an oxygen machine to breathe. And he stayed that way… for eight years. Simple things became hard. Walking. Sleeping. Getting up. Eventually, he couldn’t climb the stairs. He spent his final months in a hospital bed in the den. One afternoon, Mom was in the kitchen. She heard him gasping for air. She ran into the den. “Breathe, Paul! Breathe!” But it was too late. That night, the phone rang. "I guess you know why I'm calling." “Your father has passed away.” I don’t want that ending. Watching him go through that changed something in me. Not all at once. But enough. I started paying attention. Not trying to be perfect. Just not ignoring it anymo...