My husband's father died on Friday. He had cancer - a disease that has decimated my family but had, until now, left his family untouched pretty much.
Bo fought hard - there were things to do; parties to celebrate; people to talk to. Bo was an extrovert in every sense of the term - a gifted public speaker, a generous man, you could watch him soak up energy when he was surrounded by people. Volunteer of the Year for his community he was active until the brain tumour affected his balance and curling wasn't safe. In many ways he and I were complete opposites but we got along beautifully. I could always talk to Bo. He loved to cook, was interested in what was going on in my animal/natural world and could sit and just be when that was what I needed to do. He adored his wife and went out of his way to do what he could for her. He could be pretty cranky at times - and he could drive me mad fussing about things we couldn't control but his abiding love for his family earned him an awful lot of "cred" in my book.
He will be sorely missed by many, me included.