Dad's Day

Today is the 33rd anniversary of the day Dad died of cancer, having lived about twice as long as the original prognosis indicated. He was to turn 42 the following Tuesday. I was five and a half, No was almost four, and my parents had been married nine and a half years.


Dad's best friend told me that when Dad died, he had fallen halfway out of the rented hospital bed in the living room of our house. I imagine that this was caused by the fierceness of his battle with the Angel of Death.