Last week, I picked up my dad to take him to Bangor for an endoscopy. As we were driving down I-95, he said, "I want to read you a letter we wrote." It's hard to drive with tears in your eyes.
That letter was published in the Houlton Pioneer Times today.
And this is my parents' sunshine, William.
We are both so incredibly fortunate to be their children; to have learned right and wrong, integrity and compassion, and a killer work ethic; to have been encouraged to believe in ourselves; to have had their support when we did dumb things; and to be loved, 110%, for who we are.
Know the symptoms of a pulmonary embolism so that you can get timely medical attention if you or someone you love needs it:
And tell the people you love that you love them. Every. Darn. Day.