You really need to start providing links.Saw on Craigslist today: "Can you help douse my flame?". That's a good sign, right?
Oh shit. Sorry for your loss bud.My father died today. A few of you knew him as before he got sick, he came to a lot of games with me. I posted this today in his honor.
Today, the man, the myth, the legend, Bill Parnell, shuffled off this mortal coil after a battle with cancer. He was surrounded by his family as he went, listening to the giggling laughter of his grandchildren while taking his last breath.
If you knew my father, you knew his spirit. He was tough, kind, incredibly smart, and always looking to find a way to teach a lesson. He came by his innate ability to teach others naturally, growing up the first born son of Pat Parnell and his father, Bill, who both dedicated their lives to teaching.
As he fought these last few months, and given only a few weeks to live last September, he told cancer to fuck off so he could enjoy quality holiday time with all three of his children, Michael Parnell, Brad Parnell and myself. His doctors couldn’t believe he even left the hospital. But they don’t know my Dad. He surprised our entire office at the Christmas party, triumphantly returning to the Rocky Music soundtrack. He was a man of conviction, and I don’t know anyone that could fight as long as he did.
His mother often described him as “street fighter”, but I knew it was always more than that. He prided himself on fighting for the little guy, he relished being on the side of the underdog, and no odds were too insignificant to overcome. He thought me fear is something to be conquered. This is something I try to remember every day. The fight for good is worth it, decency matters, and it is your responsibility to fight for good in the world.
For all of us that knew him, he likely taught you something. For me, he always had a lesson for me to learn. My ability as a lawyer, a thinker, and a human are owed to him. For others, he may have helped you through a legal problem, been there as a coach, or taught you something about yourself or the law. I ask you to think of him now and remember him fondly. If he did help you, whether small or big, I ask you to pay it forward. Fight for the little guy. Take up the cause. It is worth it.
He was a father. A husband. A son. A brother. A cousin. A teacher. A lawyer. A captain of the high seas. Growing up, he was bigger than life. You could have told me he was responsible for banishing the Kracken itself, and I would believe you. He was so many other things to so many people.
To me, he was Dad. And I miss his voice, his advice, and will miss him every day for as long as I have left on this Earth.
I already deeply miss him, but I know he is with me. He is still with all of us, free from his failing body, and there for us. As he always has, and always will be.
We will update everyone on services, but for now, just think of him. Think of his positive impact. And smile.
Win one for my old man tonight, Cap’n Bill.
Shit man, so sorry for you loss, Realness. Win it for Cap’n Bill.My father died today. A few of you knew him as before he got sick, he came to a lot of games with me. I posted this today in his honor.
Today, the man, the myth, the legend, Bill Parnell, shuffled off this mortal coil after a battle with cancer. He was surrounded by his family as he went, listening to the giggling laughter of his grandchildren while taking his last breath.
If you knew my father, you knew his spirit. He was tough, kind, incredibly smart, and always looking to find a way to teach a lesson. He came by his innate ability to teach others naturally, growing up the first born son of Pat Parnell and his father, Bill, who both dedicated their lives to teaching.
As he fought these last few months, and given only a few weeks to live last September, he told cancer to fuck off so he could enjoy quality holiday time with all three of his children, Michael Parnell, Brad Parnell and myself. His doctors couldn’t believe he even left the hospital. But they don’t know my Dad. He surprised our entire office at the Christmas party, triumphantly returning to the Rocky Music soundtrack. He was a man of conviction, and I don’t know anyone that could fight as long as he did.
His mother often described him as “street fighter”, but I knew it was always more than that. He prided himself on fighting for the little guy, he relished being on the side of the underdog, and no odds were too insignificant to overcome. He thought me fear is something to be conquered. This is something I try to remember every day. The fight for good is worth it, decency matters, and it is your responsibility to fight for good in the world.
For all of us that knew him, he likely taught you something. For me, he always had a lesson for me to learn. My ability as a lawyer, a thinker, and a human are owed to him. For others, he may have helped you through a legal problem, been there as a coach, or taught you something about yourself or the law. I ask you to think of him now and remember him fondly. If he did help you, whether small or big, I ask you to pay it forward. Fight for the little guy. Take up the cause. It is worth it.
He was a father. A husband. A son. A brother. A cousin. A teacher. A lawyer. A captain of the high seas. Growing up, he was bigger than life. You could have told me he was responsible for banishing the Kracken itself, and I would believe you. He was so many other things to so many people.
To me, he was Dad. And I miss his voice, his advice, and will miss him every day for as long as I have left on this Earth.
I already deeply miss him, but I know he is with me. He is still with all of us, free from his failing body, and there for us. As he always has, and always will be.
We will update everyone on services, but for now, just think of him. Think of his positive impact. And smile.
Win one for my old man tonight, Cap’n Bill.
I remember you felt the sharp sting of this yourself.I’m so sorry Realness.
Your line “to me, he was dad” hit so close to home for me. My heart breaks for you man.
That you speak so well of him, he couldn't have been anything but an amazing father to you. You've been blessed. Sorry he's not with you physically now, but anywhere you are, there he is.My father died today. A few of you knew him as before he got sick, he came to a lot of games with me. I posted this today in his honor.
Today, the man, the myth, the legend, Bill Parnell, shuffled off this mortal coil after a battle with cancer. He was surrounded by his family as he went, listening to the giggling laughter of his grandchildren while taking his last breath.
If you knew my father, you knew his spirit. He was tough, kind, incredibly smart, and always looking to find a way to teach a lesson. He came by his innate ability to teach others naturally, growing up the first born son of Pat Parnell and his father, Bill, who both dedicated their lives to teaching.
As he fought these last few months, and given only a few weeks to live last September, he told cancer to fuck off so he could enjoy quality holiday time with all three of his children, Michael Parnell, Brad Parnell and myself. His doctors couldn’t believe he even left the hospital. But they don’t know my Dad. He surprised our entire office at the Christmas party, triumphantly returning to the Rocky Music soundtrack. He was a man of conviction, and I don’t know anyone that could fight as long as he did.
His mother often described him as “street fighter”, but I knew it was always more than that. He prided himself on fighting for the little guy, he relished being on the side of the underdog, and no odds were too insignificant to overcome. He thought me fear is something to be conquered. This is something I try to remember every day. The fight for good is worth it, decency matters, and it is your responsibility to fight for good in the world.
For all of us that knew him, he likely taught you something. For me, he always had a lesson for me to learn. My ability as a lawyer, a thinker, and a human are owed to him. For others, he may have helped you through a legal problem, been there as a coach, or taught you something about yourself or the law. I ask you to think of him now and remember him fondly. If he did help you, whether small or big, I ask you to pay it forward. Fight for the little guy. Take up the cause. It is worth it.
He was a father. A husband. A son. A brother. A cousin. A teacher. A lawyer. A captain of the high seas. Growing up, he was bigger than life. You could have told me he was responsible for banishing the Kracken itself, and I would believe you. He was so many other things to so many people.
To me, he was Dad. And I miss his voice, his advice, and will miss him every day for as long as I have left on this Earth.
I already deeply miss him, but I know he is with me. He is still with all of us, free from his failing body, and there for us. As he always has, and always will be.
We will update everyone on services, but for now, just think of him. Think of his positive impact. And smile.
Win one for my old man tonight, Cap’n Bill.
In my experience, it doesn’t get easier. You just get used to that gnawing absence.I remember you felt the sharp sting of this yourself.
I miss him as I’m sure you do yours. I don’t know if it will ever get easier, but I’m glad I got as much time with him as I did.