21 months today

It's been 21 months today that my father past away of lung cancer. I don't usually make a big deal of anniversaries, especially when counting months, but as I was speaking to my Mom this morning, as I do every weekday morning, I was reminded that not only was François Borny my father, but he was my mom's husband for a lot longer.

I have an older sister... 8 years and 3 months older... that leaves in Florida. I know that she misses Dad also, but she also misses Mom because Mom is in Houston and she is Melbourne Beach. What would have been my parents 52nd anniversary is coming up at the end of this month and my sister invited Mom to come to Florida, so she wouldn't be alone on that day.

As I ponder this day... as I am reminded that this world lost a great man when my father passed away... as I wish you would have known him... I am comforted to know that he may be gone, but he is not forgotten. He resides in my memories, my sister's memories and even more in Mom's memories. As I take the time to write my thoughts down, it helps to keep him fresh, alive if you will.

Yes, I miss him. I miss our conversations about nothing and about everything. I miss being able to call him or see him and talk golf with him, or ask him to translate something in French for me, but this is therapeutic for me and hopefully for my Mom and sister once I let them know about it.

I can and will tell you about François Borny, a husband, a father, a brother, an uncle, a friend, and many more things to many more people.