He was diagnosed with Type 1 Diabetes as a young boy and after 3 kidney transplants, a heart surgery, losing his eyesight & some toes, and other surgeries his body finally surrendered. But only after he lived a life full of laughter, resilience, faith, and love.
He completely lost his eyesight when my mom was pregnant with their first baby and lost a big promotion he was about to receive at work. But that didn't stop him from living life. He learned to read braille,went back to college and got his Master's Degree in Social Work. He even ran a marathon along the way. Years later he regained some of his eyesight but remained legally blind the rest of his life and never could drive. He walked everyday no matter the snow or rain to catch the bus for work. So many of my favorite memories of us were walking and talking somewhere together. He is such an amazing man.
The same feelings always surface on days like this. How I miss him more with everyday, how I wish it got easier, how I wish he were here to play with Avery, how I hope he is proud of me.
The only thing that gets me through days like this is knowing with all my heart that I will see him again. That I will see his smiling face, run to give him a big hug and tell him I love him.