I believe in the power of our thoughts.
My Father believed in the power of the mind. The last time I saw him alive was in 1984. I think it was around Fathers day. He was in the end stages of liver cancer. I remember he could not stay awake while he was eating, but he honestly thought he was going to beat liver cancer with the power of his thoughts.
I remember him telling me he was going to beat this thing. I remember thinking to myself that was highly unlikely.
He died July 14, 1984, while he was in a coma, a tape was playing of their 40th anniversary. He died at the exact point in the tape where he told my Mother he loved her more than ever.
He did not beat liver cancer, but he never gave up in his beliefs, to the end.
It has been more than 23 years, over half of my life, and I still think about that day. It was almost as if he was waiting for those words, as if he wanted someone to remember them. I do…
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