Gone Too Soon

Today is quiet. I am sitting in my childhood room, in my bed with my son, looking at the funeral of Officer Liu on television,  reading the posts about Stuart Scott's passing from cancer and having an weird feeling of quiet at the similarities of both men to my father. My day died from a fierce battle of cancer at the young age of 50. Stuart Scott was 49. My dad was a court officer, less than 5 years on the job. He loved his job and his fellow officers loved him. Watching the funeral on TV reminded me so much of the NY court officers lined up down the hall and out to the street of my dad's funeral. My heart goes out to the families of both men. My heart goes out to my own family as I remember my father. It gets better as time goes on but you don't miss your loved ones any less.