On this date 37 years ago, he laid on that operating table, chest closed, waiting to wake up. He didn’t wake up. His life over. His purpose fulfilled. He was my dad.
It’s an honor to remember him each year on this date, to remember his purpose. He was a Young man. He was a father. He was a hard worker. He was a provider. He was even a pioneer. Because he was brave enough to offer his heart to his surgeon to practice bypass surgery. Because of him, and others like him, people today have successful heart surgeries. Even now, 37 years later, his purpose ripples on.
I didn’t know him for very long. 16 years. He was a good dad. Always encouraging me to pursue life by his example. And through his illness, I discovered my life’s work, My purpose. I am a nurse as a direct result of my dad’s illness. How amazing is that?