My dad had never been sick. Never even hospitalized. At 86, about a month prior to him 87th birthday that changed. On May 12 he was admitted to the hospital because he didn’t feel right. We found out shortly after he was admitted that he had a brain tumor. They were pretty sure it was a glioblastoma. At almost 87, because he had taken such good care of himself, he had 2 options. One, he could do nothing and see how much more time he had. Two, have surgery and undergo chemo and radiation treatment. He opted for the treatment. Scared as hell but he did it! He was released 3 days after surgery. He got home on a Saturday. That Monday was Memorial Day. Dad served in the Army, he and mom have gone to the Memorial Day Parade in Sterling Heights for as long as I can remember. He wasn’t going to let Brain Surgery stop him from going to the parade. I drove them to the parade, dad watched from the car. We were granted front row parking by Sterling Heights Police.