My Mom died of complications from cervical cancer in 1967. I was 18, she was 43. My Dad said that night that I'd never have a day pass without thinking of her......and he was right. She and I were great friends as well which was also true of my Dad. I was an only child but never a lonely child. I had many friends but I also had my parents. Dad died of lung cancer in 1972. He was 53.

I had two living grandparents when my Mom died but when Dad died they too were gone and I was feeling pretty alone for awhile. But what they gave me was enough and I think my biggest regret comes from them never meeting Karen or our boys. I have outlived both of them and yet still wish I had them around as they still seem much wiser than I am.


Spaw