I lost my dad to Alzheimer's in October 2018. He passed a few day after his 77th birthday, and more than twelve years after his diagnosis of Alzheimer's.
My dad was a Commander in the Navy, a graduate of the US Naval Academy, and a proud Vietnam Veteran. My dad was a trial attorney, an author, a philanthropist. He was an instructor at the Naval Amphibious Base at Coronado, he gave hands-on instruction calling Naval gunfire on San Clemente Island.
However, to my brother, sister, and me, he was dad, pops, or papa bear. I believe this was what made him the most proud. The community he loved so much sometimes referred to him as Commander Bill.
I’ll play in this game and continue to raise funds, awareness, and compassion for the disease that takes so much from so many. Currently there are no survivors of Alzheimer’s, a diagnosis is a death sentence.
I play for the fatherly love and encouragement I no longer have.
I play for the calls I can no longer make, just to hear his voice.
I play for the life experiences he's had, but I'll never learn of.
I play for his brilliant advice I no longer receive.
I play in hopes that soon no one will ever have to play again.
Please support my participation in RivALZ, whether financial, prayers, kind words or thoughts, it's all much appreciated.