Sunday is Father’s Day.
This one almost assuredly will be the last one I spend with my dad.
Pop, as I told you a few weeks ago, has brain cancer, and we are all aware that cancer ultimately remains undefeated.
Pop knows this.
He told me this week he closes his eyes and wonders if he just spent his last day here before going to Heaven. “I’m scared,” he says, echoing the feeling everyone who knows him has.