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On this Father’s Day, which may be the last one I have before my dad dies, I’m choosing to hold on tight. I’m choosing to remember who he was before the disease. I’m choosing to accept him as he is now with the disease. I’m choosing to believe that he still loves me deep down in some essential part of himself. I’m choosing to celebrate the fact that I had – for most of my life – the best dad I could ever have hoped for. I’m choosing gratitude. Thank you, Poppa Bear.

Dad and Me May 2015