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On August 31, 2008, I lost my father -- born John Patrick McGoldrick, but known and loved in Bay Ridge, Brooklyn as Butch -- to Mesothelioma, asbestos-triggered lung cancer brought on by his work as an iron worker at Ground Zero.
That day, Bay Ridge lost a father, a son, a brother, an uncle, a co-worker and a best friend.
That day, Bay Ridge lost a legend.
Butchie, as he was known to almost everyone, was an ironworker and member of Local 361 and Local 40. He was also an avid golfer and was a member of the Dyker Beach Golf Course’s Shoreview Golf Club; as well as a member of the Knights of Columbus at the Sheridan Council. He was a KFC enthusiast and a chef extraordinaire. Even more than that, he was a father to six beautiful children, myself his last (and my mother's only).
Just five years later, on October 9, 2013, I lost my mother, Jo, to Acute Myeloid Leukemia.
That day, Bay Ridge lost a neighbor, a friend, a confidante and a smile.
That day, I lost my best friend. My rock. My number one fan.
Joanne was a lot of things (see: passionate, strong, supportive, at times anxious and occasionally off her rocker, and a downright superhero) but most of all, she was loved, just as hard as she spent her life loving.
A 20-something orphan, the world as I knew it had crumbled. Before I knew it, I was living in my best friend's basement, cleaning out a two-story house and moving into an apartment of my own -- none of which I could have ever done without the army of friends I have behind me, holding me up (both figuratively and literally).
In November of last year, just one month after mom passed, my friends hosted the first ever Cancer Can't Kill Love, a fundraiser named after the sermon given by the preist who laid my mom to rest. "Cancer may take someone away from you, but cancer can't kill love," he said to not a dry eye in the church. The day of the benefit, friends came -- near and far -- to show their support while dancing to live music by my best friends' bands, toasting to those that have left us, and raising money for me to get back on my feet.
Almost one year, later, it's my turn to stand up. My parents did everything for me, even when I far from deserved it, and now it's time to do something for them. This year, I'm hosting Cancer Can't Kill Love entirely on my own -- but of course with my army of friends at my side, and on my team.
I stand for Jo and Butch.
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