I am both sad and relieved to say that our father, Edward Francis Cantow, went to his FAVORITE trout stream in Heaven this morning. Though we will all miss him terribly it was past time for his ravaged body and soul to find true Peace. He was an AMAZING hematologist/oncologist who started the first hospice in the Portsmouth, VA area. He was a WONDERFUL husband, our mom was the love of his life. They are now together again. He was THE BEST FATHER anyone could possibly have. Together with our mom they raised us to ALWAYS live life to the fullest; to find THE BEST in every day, even the darkest; to CELEBRATE life;
to APPRECIATE nature; to LOVE people. Those are the MOST PRECIOUS gifts we could ever be given. So, if you imbibe, there's a fly (trout) fisherman's tradition of toasting with bourbon in a tin cup. Raise a cup in honor of our dad, of your dad, to special people and to trout season. We love you dad!!! :D
"I fish because I love to; because I love the environs where trout are found, which are invariably beautiful, and hate the environs where crowds of people are found, which are invariably ugly; ...because only in the woods can I find solitude without loneliness; because bourbon out of an old tin cup always tastes better out there;•••."
-from Testament of a Fisher- man, by Robert Traver (John D. Voelker).