There are many paths in this life that we take, some of them take us away from others, if we're lucky enough some of those paths are wide enough for everyone to walk with you. My father took the path that people didn't often travel. He stayed true to that path, a path that would soon be directed by him rather than the road laid out before him.
Yesterday, on March 6th, 2018, he took a turn on his path that we couldn't follow. His smile, his laugh, his words; they became memories. We can't follow him - I can't follow him. Even though we had to say farewell, we all know in our hearts that it's not forever. Instead, we choose to say, "Until next time."
Many people knew my father, they knew that the path he took was an arduous one. They may not have understood, but in the end, they too came to the realization of just how wonderful he was as a person. Many want to help, and this is now an option.
If you find that your heart aches for him and his family, and you wish to help: donate.
And thank you, you help more than you know.