As I sit at my father’s bedside, managing the increasing heaviness of his breathing, I’m doing my best to keep his lips moist, his extremities warm, and the dosing of his comfort care medications appropriate so there is no air hunger. People from my parents’ past are calling and emailing me, telling me their stories and reveling in the impact my father had on their lives. They’ve told me: He inspired them to go into engineering (he’s a patent lawyer trained as an engineer) He inspired them with his kindness and gentleness His tenacity living with multiple sclerosis for 23+ years inspired them to approach their own illnesses with vigor Some of the stories people remember: When I was 13 in 1975, my father got me my first summer job, working at defense contractor TRW.
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Celebrating my Father’s Life