On October 22nd, 2015, the world lost one of the greats. Paul Safy Sr., my Father-In Law, passed away to Double-Hit Lymphoma, a rare and aggressive form of B-Cell non-Hodgkin Lymphoma, and our worlds were never the same again. While I am lucky to have married his spitting image, both inside and out, it will never replace the hole that cancer has left in all of our lives; living ever day, every celebration, and every major life event, without him by our sides.
I will never get to drive around the streets of Buffalo in his beloved Jaguar again, laughing endlessly at his Dad jokes. My children, and their cousin's will never get to meet their Jedee. My Husband will never get to cook with his Dad again, or watch Graveyard Carz together, one of their favorite pasttimes. My Brother In Law will never get to share in a Buffalo Bills win, with his Dad next to him on the couch. My Sister In Law will never get to experience his proud voice and beaming smile as he witnesses her starting her own business. My Mother In Law will never get to share in her grandchildren with him, or have an everyday conversation, over an everday dinner at the kitchen table, again with the love of her life. Something I used to take for granted, before we lost him.
The stretch and breadth that cancer has on a family is insurmountable and the loss and greif a family takes on after this type of loss, is a never ending one. Our story is not a new one, or an uncommon one, but it is one that I hope one day we can spare other families from ever having to endure, and THIS is why I ride.
