My Fathers Final Gift
www.azarask.in/blog/post/my-father-final-gift
From the page
Saved with the link. Notes from 2007 to 2016 are mostly the page's own words, so this is probably an excerpt.
Twenty five days before my father died, on my birthday exactly six years ago, he gave me a present. He had the sparkle back in his eyethe one that had been reduced by pancreatic cancer to an ashen emberwhen he gave it to me. It was a small package, rectangular in shape, in crisp brown-paper wrapping. Twine neatly wrapped around the corners, crisscrossing back and forth arriving at a bow crafted by the sure hands of a man who built his first model airplane at age seven.