By VINCE LUECKE, Editor
My father died the morning of Jan. 16. Losing a parent to a terminal illness has to be one of the most challenging things an adult can face.
My father, whose legal name was John but who was known by most of his friends as Paul, suffered from lung cancer for about two years. He died peacefully in his sleep and for a loved one who knew he wasn’t going to get better, a quiet death is a blessing. I felt guilty saying that to myself and to others over the past week, but I no longer have any reservations.