Four years today without my dad, Andy Yee.
Earlier this month, I had the honor of speaking at the ribbon cutting of the Andy Yee Palliative Care Unit at Mercy Medical Center—the same place where he received treatment, and where we spent our final days together.
His presence is felt every day. And missed more than words can express.
Grief is hard. Some days are heavier than others—and today is one of them. But this space is now a physical marker of how far we’ve come, and a reflection of the love he gave so freely.
I’m so honored to be his daughter. Love you forever, Dad.
