His Voice.

I listened to my Dad speak today while I sat with him during his chemotherapy treatment. He has this 1940's cadence. It is reminiscent of Gene Kelly. I don't think he knows how beautiful his voice is. It's soothing and precise, deep and soulful.

My Mom could not be with him today, so I made sure he was not alone. This is something you should never do along. He said he would be fine....but that is NOT fine with me. He is the kind of man who cuts his finger, is in need of stitches and just wraps it up in a handkerchief.

I love my Dad with all of my heart.

F YOU CANCER.

Oh Daddio. I love you.