About Randi K.
Wow .. This won’t be the most eloquently written story .. Not that I’m great at that any way .. It’s all still very raw and hard and dark. My father Randy (yes my name sake) was diagnosed Labor Day 2018 with Stage 4 Prostate Cancer. It had already made its way into his bones but we remained hopeful. My dad, my rock, my other half passed away Halloween 2018. He fought as much as he possibly could. He had just retired and was ready to enjoy a much more relaxed life but that just wasn’t in the stars. I miss him more than I could ever explain and have a piece a very large piece of me missing that I know I will never get back. But even through the pain he would smile and laugh even though he was in so much pain. We thought we would have at least years with him to prepare to say goodbye hopefully check off at least one bucket list item but it was all cut so so short. I wish this story was happy I wish I could talk to my buddy just one last time .. But memories and photographs are all I have left. I want to wake up every day and it all be a dream and not take for granted every single moment I had with him. I want all men in my life to get checked no matter how uncomfortable it may be. Because being here without you is a world that just isn’t the same.