But his condition worsened during our flight and he was hardly conscious when we got there.
I wish I had seen him before he was in this condition, but I made some photos of my family and him during this time anyway. I felt it was important to his story.
Things were really looking grim just before he died. This photo is the last time I think I saw him with his eyes open.
He received his last rights and then passed on the day my sister and I were supposed to fly back out. So we stayed for the funeral. It seemed like the days in between were used for planning, rather than mourning.
There is no way to put his life in words. He was a great inspiration to me and is someone I love. I miss him. I take his words to heart more and more now: "I'll give you something to cry about."
