One day in 2008, I got a call from my older sister, telling me that our father had been diagnosed with stomach cancer and the doctor had given him three months to live. I was living in Minnesota at the time, far away from Ogden, Utah.
I quickly arranged to go back home.
I headed out to “take care” of Dad for a while.
I moved back home, back into the old house he raised us in, and I learned once again how strong and determined he was.