Today marks 2-years since my Father passed away. I sit here in California working and I've started writing down everything I remember about him. This doesn't nearly encompass everything he was, but it is what I wish to share:
I remember him working multiple jobs to support his wife and kids.
I remember him carrying me when I broke my arm in elementary school.
I remember watching horror movies with him and Laura then scaring Laura while we cleaned GeriKens.
I remember him saving me when I thought I was stronger than the river's rapids.
I remember him giving me my first beer and so many more over the years.
I remember every hunting and camping trip to the Cabin.
I remember him teaching me to ride motorcycles and encouraging me to get back up when I fell.
I remember his stories and jokes, many of them inappropriate, but hilarious.
I remember his wrath when I messed up and stepped over the line...which was a lot.
I remember him teaching me Pinochle when I was sick and the countless games we played over the years.
I remember the look of pride on his face when Laura was sworn in as a police officer.
I remember how he melted when his grandchildren were born.
I remember the look of fear in his eyes when Laura and I deployed to Iraq, and the relief when we were returned.
I remember the values and lessons he passed on, some were harder to learn than others.
I remember the last words we spoke to each other.
I will cherish every good memory and reflect upon the bad ones.
I miss you Dad and God knows what I would give to just hear your voice one more time.
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