Tonawanda News — This space has lost its biggest fan.
That handsome man you see in the picture over there ... wait, I need to be more specific ... the BEARDED handsome man is William Lane. He is my father.
He died April 8 from cancer. There were no Twitter prayer hashtags. No one went blue for him. He simply got cancer. And it killed him.
What he left behind in his house -- which will soon become my brother’s house -- serves as a sort of timetable for the disease’s progression.
He faithfully clipped these columns out of the paper and kept them in a photo book (two signs to indicate his age). From this space’s inception as Daddy’s Little Girl, he saved them all.
The book contains columns starting back in 2007 way up to late 2011, when my mother went into a nursing home with Alzheimer’s. Starting from that point, the old Lifestyle sections are piled up, still waiting to be clipped.
The dates in those papers go until January 2013, when he had his first surgery in an attempt to be rid of the cancer. It spread from his bladder and prostate up to his shoulder. He never spent another night in his own home.
After a brief stint with me and numerous hospital stays -- including at least one he wasn’t supposed to survive through -- he stayed with my brother and his wife for the rest of his life. They provided around-the-clock care and made my father’s final days as good as those days could have been.
My dad didn’t want anyone fussing much over him. He’d want my head if he were still here to see I mentioned him by name today and ran his photo. But he was worth the effort.
The fact that he fought for so long gave us time to come to grips with the fact the end was coming.