Wendy Wilwert

Stuffed full of love

My story begins with my father. Two years ago next week, on June 11, 2019, my father drew his last breath, while I slumbered on a hide-a-bed in his hospital room. He was 80 years old, and was fighting his second bout with cancer. This time, it had spread into his brain and his bones, and there was no winning the fight -- though he had fought valiantly. He left behind a devastated wife, sons, a daughter, grandkids, step-grandkids, great-grandkids, and innumerable friends and acquaintances, all struggling to cope with the idea of a world without this larger-than-life man who had built a life and a legacy out of practically nothing.