I was more relieved than sad when I went to his funeral. Sure he was my dad and I loved him, but he’d been so sick, with no hope of getting well. I was just glad it was finally over – he was at peace. No more pain, no more chemo or experimental drugs that made him sicker, no more humiliation or discomfort as his once-strong body failed him.
Years later I found these coins; they were part of his collection. I’d never thought about collecting coins before, but suddenly I really wanted to. It was more than just something to do, it was a way to stay connected to my father.