My family does not have much in common with the Edwards family. My parents were teachers prevents soft focus. And even though my father was once head of the German, has never been a senator. Again, have you ever run for president. And in fact, may be one or two fights in the street, but my parents never divorced. No report has been spectacular. Or any other issue, for that matter.
But tonight my heart is with the Edwards clan for the things that my family has shared with them the things that all families have in common with them. The love and mortality.
As Elizabeth Edwards, my father died of cancer. He died in 2002, just days before Thanksgiving. And Elizabeth Edwards, the doctors advised her parents shortly before his death, that further treatment would not be a bit 'of difference. My father fought valiantly, but. And it was an important part of every moment he could to the end. As the night we had Martini in his hospital room, a no-no presentations with confidence, but the night nurse. He died the next morning in his bed on the seventh floor.
Each year during the holiday season, my thoughts my father, even more than in the month had to do. And this year was no exception, just my thoughts turned to someone else. My sister. He died of cancer in mid-October. They also learned that chemotherapy was no longer possible. As Elizabeth Edwards, my sister had school. His daughter is the last year of high school.
the pain of losing my father and sister had similar losses. I felt in various ways, one as a child, and this time, most recently as a brother. And a father. It 'hard to explain to my daughter. He had never really tried with death before, except once, and she was much younger. He did not know my sister very well, but she was crying, but still.