A year ago today I was just beginning a family vacation in Florida. Giddy because of the warmth and sunshine, and blissfully unaware of what was right around the corner. My parents and I took my nieces downtown to ride on the people mover, walked around the candy shop, dined on Chicago style pizza (dad's favorite), fed the squirrels, and enjoyed one another's company. The days were full of goodness and the memories are still so vivid. As the week wrapped up, my dad drove me to the airport to fly back to Seattle.
Three days after arriving back in Seattle, we were told that there was a possibility my dad had cancer. Four days after that, a week since my dad drove me to the airport, he was beginning chemotherapy for an aggressive form of acute myeloid leukemia. Less then three weeks later, he passed away. Just a few days after we arrived to say our goodbyes.
It is still so shocking, writing these events down. The timeframe seems so cruel, so rushed. There wasn't time to fully realize what was unfolding, to share all the untold stories, seek advice, express gratitude, love. I suppose, death often comes in this manner.
I love to reminisce on that previous week where we were carefree and happy, for those untarnished memories. Those joyful moments are ones I often reach for now that my dad has passed.