Dad, thank you for being such a strong, amazing man. You've taught me so much and always made me feel like the most special person in the world. I am remembering all the good times we had. Being woken in the middle of the night to listen to your "main men" singing country tunes. Our trip to Cuba when you had to explain in the 3 words of Spanish that you knew that 11 year old girls didn't drink beer (beer being the only word you knew in multiple languages). Being your right hand "man" for so many of your projects (the only family member who could work with you without getting fired:). The time you, despite our protests, insisted on driving Lindsay and I to school in your beloved station wagon (which proceeded to go out of control and nearly crashed right through the front door of Timmins High). Stumbling and giggling down the aisle at my wedding. Your crazy collections. The endless road trips. Picnics perched on hills, on frozen lakes, and upon perfect rocks (because "that's what dreams are made of"). The many "Tipperisms" that I find myself now using "He doesn't even have an inkling and it takes 10 of those to make a clue." "I was born at night but it wasn't last night." Your stories, your songs. Most of all, how the roughest, toughest man in the world, my hero, would melt in a puddle of tears over every birthday card we made, poem we wrote, accomplishment we achieved. You promised me many years ago that you would stick around until you were 75, but that was it. You kept your promise, Dad. You've always been a man of your word. Rest well and know that you will be forever in our hearts. All my love, Chris. xoxo