Today is a very difficult day for me. It was June 20, 1999, Father’s Day, that I had my last conversation with my dad. In 1999, my husband and I lived in Utah, and my dad lived in New Jersey. On June 11th of that year, he was taken to the hospital; diagnosed with emphysema, pneumonia and congestive heart failure. Things didn’t look good. So, my husband and I flew home on June 12th.
When we got to the hospital, and walked into the room, my dad was so happy to see me. He kept telling Continue reading