Houston . . . We have a Problem!: Losing my Dad ...

11:38 AM

On Christmas morning my dad had a massive stroke and passed away peacefully in his sleep surrounded by love on December 29th.

It feels like half of me is missing. There are no adequate words to describe the emptiness, the pain, the absolute heartbreak. I don’t even know how to live in a world without my dad. I thought for a moment I was out of tears, but they continue to fall and fall and fall. At times it’s hard to breathe, and my body aches to hug him one more time. I am broken. How do I go on without half of my heart?

Being ever stubborn, he did not want a funeral or any fuss over him. To respect his request, we will have a tree of life dedication and dinner for family only on January 13th.

Following our private family time we will have a Celebration of Life at Volcano Sports Bar and Grill at 5:00 pm where we will have a drink, toast his wonderful life, and of course, play a few rounds of shuffleboard in his honor.

In lieu of flowers, we ask that donations be made to Camp Sweeney. Dad loved watching Nate and his shenanigans at diabetes camp last summer so much. We would be so honored to be able to send another boy or girl to camp this summer in my dad’s name.

Jeri Williams, David Williams, myself, and the entire Williams family thank you so much for the outpouring of love and support. Please continue to share pictures and stories amongst yourselves and with us. Please say his name out loud and remember him often, let his memory bring a smile to your heart.

Donations to Camp Sweeney:
https://www.campsweeney.org/sponsor-a-camper/

Volcano Sports Bar and Grill
129 E. Hardwood Rd.
Hurst, TX 76054

And now, the end is near
And so I face the final curtain
My friend, I'll say it clear
I'll state my case, of which I'm certain

I've lived a life that's full
I've traveled each and every highway
But more, much more than this
I did it my way

Regrets, I've had a few
But then again, too few to mention
I did what I had to do
And saw it through without exemption

I planned each charted course
Each careful step along the byway
And more, much more than this
I did it my way

Yes, there were times, I'm sure you knew
When I bit off more than I could chew
But through it all, when there was doubt
I ate it up and spit it out
I faced it all, and I stood tall
And did it my way

I've loved, I've laughed and cried
I've had my fill my share of losing
And now, as tears subside
I find it all so amusing

To think I did all that
And may I say - not in a shy way
Oh no, oh no, not me
I did it my way

For what is a man, what has he got
If not himself, then he has naught
To say the things he truly feels
And not the words of one who kneels

The record shows I took the blows
And did it my way

Yes, it was my way

-Frank Sinatra (and Bobby Don Williams