“My father died in 1998 due to cancer of the esophagus. I think I was in shock for a long time. It was probably about 4 years after he died that I first realized I would NEVER see him again. I was standing in the kitchen at my mother’s house when it occurred to me…I will never see his face; I will never hear his voice again; he will not be at my wedding; he will never know my children.

My dad wanted us to play Antonio Vivaldi’s “Four Seasons” at his memorial service, which we did. When the string quartet started playing, I completely broke down and sobbed for the first time after his death. For years, whenever that piece would come on the radio, I would immediately change the channel. I just couldn’t listen to it. Finally, about 10 years later, I was able to.”

~Susan