In memory Jim Caruthers (1949-2007)
Thanksgiving weekend, I lost the most important person in my life. He was my rock and best friend. Most importantly, he was my Daddy. The weeks before he died, I considered myself the happiest person alive. Everything was going for me... I had a great job, I was engaged to a great guy, and I had the perfect family. That illusion of perfection left the moment I received the call from my mom telling me that daddy had a heart attack and didn't make it. I am no longer naive to how cruel and unpredictable life can be. Things will never be the same and that really pisses me off.
But, I should focus on the positive. Some people are not lucky enough to have a special friendship with their dad. We had 28 really great years together as best friends through thick and thin... for that I am lucky and thankful. He was the most honorable and loving man I have ever known and he will be missed dearly.
