The day that I found out about his passing was Tuesday, January 7th, 2003. It started out like any other normal Tuesday would - sunny, mild, and cheerful. I was not working at the time, so I was at home at about 11:30 AM or so (approx. time) when the 3 biggest people who run the company that I work for and live in came into my apartment. They sat down, along with my staff; and Lou (my big boss and also the president of the company) began by saying "Your stepmom couldn't get a hold of you last night to tell you this, so we are going to tell you instead. Last night, between 6:30 to 7:00 PM; your father passed away." My initial reactions: :wacko: and :mellow: . I didn't believe it. I said "You are joking, right?" Reply" "No, it isn't a joke." The tears began to flow and I didn't stop for a good 5-10 minutes. I had loved my dad so much that I couldn't believe he was - poof - gone. :sorry:



His passing was tragic to us all as a family. My stepmom hasn't even mentioned getting re-married once yet. This was very hard on her, because my dad was the man of her dreams. They had everything going for them - my dad was making so much money that she didn't have to work.


I haven't been able to let go of his passing entirely just yet. Sometimes the mere mental image of him smiling makes me break down and bawl my eyes out.

*skips the trip preparation*
The time spent in Florida was very sad as well. It was nice to see some family friends again; but the real underlying reason for our reuniting was on everyone's minds. Our flight from Los Angeles International got into Orlando International at about 4:30 PM Eastern time. We got our bags (after one of them was lost on the way :| ), and got settled in at a family friend's house. It was nice to be back in the area again that I used to frequent, even if it was for such a reason as this.
The funeral was on Saturday, January 11th. It was a fittingly cool and mostly cloudy day. It was a hard decision to make (and hopefully the only one like that I'll have to make for a looooooooooong time); but I did decide to see him in the casket and say goodbye. That was an eerie feeling, but I felt that I had to pay my final respects to the man who had helped me get to where I was today.
I did not get to see the burial since my dad was cremated and buried at a military cemetery 3 hours North of Orlando about 2 1/2 weeks after the funeral (I could only stay until the Monday after the funeral). What I had already gone through was more than enough, so I highly doubt that I would want to have seen it anyway.
If I may, I'd like to post a few remembrance words in memory of my father:
Dear Dad, I will never forget you for the things that you did for me. You have done so much for me that I owe you more than you'll ever know. It wasn't your time to go but you were called home for a reason. I am glad that you helped me get to where I am today, and I am thankful for that. I hope to meet you again someday in eternity. With Love, Your son Joshua