1955-2015

A week ago today, my father passed away from cancer at age 59. He fought hard. Burdened no one, cared for everyone. Always willing to help.

He spent 36 years in the foreign service, joining shortly after I was born. The picture was taken when we lived in Portugal in the early 90s. My Mother recently told me that my father enjoyed Portugal the most.

Dad was most recently working from Jordan, and traveled frequently throughout the Middle East and North Africa. He had just returned from Jordan to Holland in late April after work became too much of a challenge following chemotherapy.