First, thanks to you and everyone that has sent condolences. It means a great deal to me.
My parents came up for the Christmas holiday, and for my wedding. They were staying with me and on the morning of the wedding, my dad had a heart attack. At first, it was thought to be minor, but subsequent tests revealed he needed major surgery. For the next week he was in the hospital, but doing ok. He was up and we all spent time together as best we could.
Last week, right before Christmas, he had the surgery. It went well, but at the end there were serious complications. He was getting better afterward, but in just a few hours today everything went south. In what seemed like a whirlwind he was gone. At the end though, he wasn’t alone, and he succeeded in the most important job he could ever have—Dad.
Before I type out a whole eulogy, I’ll just say that I find it most extraordinary that where he finished was so far from where he started in poor, rural, and (literally) segregated South Carolina. He saw all three of his kids go to college. He saw two of them married. He saw a grandchild. He saw me devote myself to a career of public service and helping others. It’s not the result we hoped, and it’s a shock given how he was getting better, but my father lived a full life and gave me more than material wealth ever could. I was as proud of him, as he was of me.
Anyway, thank you, everyone, for this love and support. It means more than you will ever know.