Matt C. Abbott
Over the last several years I haven’t written as many columns as I once did. A key reason for this is that my father, Geoffrey J. Abbott, was diagnosed with a neurodegenerative disease in 2016.
Then, in 2017, my parents and I had to make an unexpected move from Chicago, where we had lived for 33 years, to Lake Geneva, Wisconsin. My father’s health gradually declined and, in 2019, we had to place him in the veterans home (he served in Vietnam), where he could receive all the medical care my mother and I were not able to provide.
On Good Friday, April 15, 2022, after years of considerable suffering, he succumbed to his illness.
My father was a good man. Even though his death was expected, it still is quite a gut punch for me. The waves of grief have been intense, almost stifling at times, and many tears have been shed. No, my father and I didn’t agree on everything – especially when it came to politics – but I loved him dearly.
Despite knowing that, as I write this, many, many other people are experiencing a very similar grief in their own lives, it nonetheless can feel like I’m drowning in sorrow, alone, in a sea of happy people.
Things will get better, I know, but it will take a while.
Please pray for the repose of my father’s soul, and please pray for my mother and me as we carry on.
Click here to read my father’s obituary.
Also, I received the following poignant note from a friend of mine who was giving me his condolences:
Rest in peace, Dad.
Below are three photos of when my father served in the Army.
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