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It was Sunday night at 11PM, and I heard the phone ring. The second I heard the phone ring I knew my Dad was dead.
My Mom told me the paramedics were at the house, but Dad was gone. “I need you here tomorrow,” she said.
Blossom and I hurriedly arranged to fly down to Los Angeles on the first flight Monday morning. We arranged for our then two year-old daughter, Avery, to stay with my in-laws.
My Mom was waiting at the front door of the house when we got to her house. I was barely holding myself together, but I just started crying when I saw my Mom.
There was laughter too. That night, my brother and I watched the Chicago Bears make an improbable rally against the Arizona Cardinals on Monday Night Football. Dad grew up in Chicago, and he was a huge Bears fan. We laughed that Dad had blown Arizona’s last-second field goal attempt wide of the goal posts.
I cried several times over the next couple days as we made the various arrangements we all need to make when someone close to us dies. It was really tough.
Losing my Dad paled in comparison to selling my company.
I know it sounds shocking, but it’s true. Losing my Dad paled in comparison to selling my company.
