I asked my dad a few years ago if he was scared of death, and he said no. In his signature jokey way, he told me to say, “too bad, so sad, see you later dad” when it was his time.
It was a shock to hear in July that my dad had cancer. It was even more of a shock to lose him less than three months later. He had just turned 81.
The man had his flaws, but endless wonderful, admirable qualities. He was selfless, humble, smart, the hardest worker I knew, a better skier than I’ll ever be, and he loved to laugh.
27 years wasn’t nearly enough time for me, but another 27 wouldn’t have been either. So until we meet again, too bad, so sad, see you later dad. Easier said than done.❤️
