After an 18-month battle with melanoma, my dad went to meet the Lord. He was first diagnosed June, 2005. It was already stage IV. He suffered through severals treatments of chemo, with no effect. He never gave up hope and he never let it stop him from living. By August, 2006 it had reached his brain and that keep him bedridden. He still had spunk. He loved every minute he could. He treasured the time he had and made the most of it. Christmas was great. He perked up, he laughed and watched his grandsons enjoy opening gifts. One week later he went to meet the Lord. He didn't have any enemies. He loved everyone, from every walk of life. He never met a stranger. I love you dad. I didn't realize how much I would miss you.