My dad...

Today's post is written in the memory of my father, John Dawson. He passed away early this morning (by Iowa time) after being hospitalized for double pneumonia. Dad fought a good fight against cancer for 5 years or more, and he never lost his sense of humor or love for others. He was with family and friends that loved him very much, and he left this world and went into Heaven with good wishes.

For those who know of my immediate family and the battles Dad bravely fought against cancer and its accompanying problems, I say thank you for loving us so completely and pitching in wherever possible to make his way a little easier.

For those who believed bad things about my father, I have two words for them...THEY'RE WRONG. Pure and simple. And that's all I have to say on that. Whoever is reading this and is upset by this paragraph, (and you know who you are), you think about the things my father did for you to lend support through the years. Think long and hard, and HONESTLY.

My father (and all our nuclear family) supported you through many crises of your own. Dad was not a thief or an opportunist. Dad was a good, honest, decent man who always tried to do the right thing. Any other descriptions of him that oppose this are nothing but (at best) inaccurate, and (at worst) lies.

OK, off my soapbox.

If my eight readers are patient with their favorite bipolar redhead, when I get back to home, heart and computer I'll have many lovely stories to tell about my adventures going back to Iowa and the "fam".

Smooches to all!
Sudiegirl

PS: To Rosa Parks in heaven...you'll like my dad. He's cool.