My father and his life and death.

My father’s death

My father died on July 4th, 1984. He was on an anti-terrorist squad as technical support. He was going to retire in August, at 57, after the LA Olympics. He would be there as part of the team.

I had not seen him in over six months because I was so focused on work. But I was there when he died. The biggest regret in my life is that I missed this time with him. This was a shock I needed to correct my balance between work and life. So even in death he taught me.