It is interesting to me that today is my turn to write my blog. Interesting because today is Remembrance Day, and interesting because I was planning on dedicating my blog this week to my father, Peter Scascighini.
My father, passed away just over two weeks ago. He was very, very sick from cancer, and had been suffering with Parkinson’s Disease for years, and now at least he is not suffering anymore. Dad was just 72 years old. Too young to have left behind a wife (married for almost 49 years), three children, nine grandchildren and two great grandchildren.
Dad served in the Air Force and was an expert on military history and war medals, which he shared with my Stage 3 class earlier this year for our ANZAC project.
The love and support that has been shown to me over the past weeks at college, by my colleagues and students, has enabled me to ‘just keep swimming’. It would be easy to allow myself to drown in grief, even writing this blog is extremely difficult. My dad would not want me to be sad for all time though, he would want me to get on with my life and be good to my mother.
So, in getting on with my life, it is important for me to share how much my dad meant to me. He was the man I admire the most in the world. He was the man who I loved the most in the world. And he was, and is, my measure of a man.