Oh how my daddy loved climbing the mountain. He would always ask me if I wanted to walk it. When I was younger we did it all the time. He was so strong. I went to go talk to him after he passed on top of the mountain. I just wish he could've been with me in person. But I know he was listening to me and smiling from above. I know when Im climbing the mountain he's with me. He's always with me. The mountain is a part of him to me. So When I go to the mountain I feel him all around.