A year ago today my father passed away from complications resulting from the treatment he received when having a stroke. The medication the hospital gave him caused bleeding in his brain. This is an unfortunate risk of this treatment. In this past year I have missed him dearly for many reasons but mostly because I haven’t been able to call him and tell him about all of the wonderful things his granddaughter has done in her first year of life. I know he’s watching down and seeing everything she does. Today in remembrance of him we released balloons with special notes for him on them. I know he won’t really get them but it felt nice to do something with my daughter.
Growing up I was blessed to have my dad as my father. He was my biggest supporter in everything I did. I can remember spending hours practicing pitching with him or kicking a soccer ball around. I remember all of the long drives we had to swim meets. There are blissful memories of skiing, tubing, and fishing on the lake. I remember him telling corny jokes at the dinner table and telling us all about his day. I remember spending days at his office rummaging through his desk to find secrete treasures (you know paperclips, coins, pens :)) I also remember the look of pride on his face when seeing his granddaughter for the first time. He was so happy and excited. I chose not to remember how he looked in death but how he loved and lived in life. He was an amazing man who has left a wonderful mark on the world.
In Loving Memory
William Edward Denholm