As my Dad undergoes his second round of chemo this morning, I wanted to remind him of how thoroughly awesome he's always been. He has- quite literally- always been there for me.
Like when it was 30 degrees and snowing during my [outdoor] college graduation. In May. (A few years back.)
...To watch me receive a Frisbee-shaped diploma.
And ever since, to witness my [sometimes painful] late night comedic ventures.
And to read my [largely unpaid] forays into freelance writing. (Especially the early stuff. Really free. Really early.)
And to duct tape my home back together...even though sometimes the duct tape was the newest and nicest parts of this Money Pit, circa 2009.
Oh my God, Dad, I'm so sorry.