My dad passed away at 11:50 p.m. on Tuesday. He was resting peacefully in his bed at his home in North Carolina. I was with him when he died as was my mom and two little sisters. Mom leaned over and whispered to him that it was ok to go and encouraged him to go be with Jesus. No less than a minute later, he took his last breath.
I moved to Murphy almost 2 years ago in large part to be close to my parents. I remember having this feeling at the time that I didn't have a ton of time left with him. About 2 weeks after I moved, he was diagnosed with liver cancer. The doctors said he would be lucky if he made it a year. We are all so incredibly grateful for the 2 years we got.
To be honest, my dad and I didn't have a lot in common. We were similar in a lot of ways, but we were about as far apart as you could get on most things. Politics, religion, you name it. But one thing we did share was a common passion for photography. The main reason I bought my first DSLR was because I wanted to have at least one thing we could do together. I'm so glad I did. Photography has a way of bonding people. It's such a great community. I shoot Nikon because he shot Nikon. He taught me the ropes. He was someone I could nerd out with about gear. He was my go to test subject when I got a new lens or wanted to try a new technique. He was a patient teacher, and I will miss him dearly.
Over those last two years, I managed to take a few pictures of him. So I wanted to share some of them as a sort of tribute to him and to the bond we shared. I should note that a few pictures at the end were taken in the last few days of his life and may be hard for some to view. I struggled with whether or not to include them, but I think they are an important part of the last few years.
Rest in peace dad. I love you.