June 6th marks the day my Dad, Woody, transitioned to spirit. He was a patriot and proud military man, so it was fitting that he crossed over on D-Day*.
Throughout my life, my Dad inspired me. He taught me the value of living in the moment, “crossing that bridge when we come to it”, and above all, remaining positive through thick and thin. Being a full-bred Irish Catholic, he prided himself on being a graduate of ‘Blarney Tech’. He possessed the gift of gab and always made others feel comfortable in his presence. As a devout man of faith, he lived by the credo that his savoir always had his back.
Even as the years passed and time took a toll on his health, robbed him of his vision and his hearing, he maintained his ever so positive frame of mind and indomitable spirit.
My Dad was always there for me. He believed in me even when I was unable to believe in myself. He was Johnny-on-the-spot when I needed advice on how to best navigate through unforeseen challenges both personally and professionally and most especially while I was employed in the corporate world. Through his support, encouragement and grooming, he unknowingly shared his gifts of diplomacy, patience and stage presence, helping me to achieve my goals throughout life. Read More