My dad died on October 7, 2015. 60 years ago today, November 4, 2015, he and our mother were married at The Vatican, St. Peters Cathedral. In July of 2015, he knew something was wrong;  and called my brother, the Associate Dean of Medicine at UW in Seattle. In short order, the doctors performed a biopsy and diagnosed a rare form of (somewhat) treatable brain cancer. The first of potentially four rounds of chemotherapy was a nightmare. A few days in, he was partially paralyzed and unable to…