Dad...It's still difficult for me to believe you are gone. There was no opportunity for a goodbye, an I love you, or a simple hug. My last memory of you was on your birthday where we stood on your porch with cupcakes and gifts unable to come inside while you “celebrated” with us from the other side of the glass of your storm door. COVID took that day, that moment, that opportunity. Little did I know that it would be the last interaction I would have with you. The last three years of your life were certainly filled with trials and tribulations. You always told me God will never give you more than you can handle, however I question in your case if that statement held true. I need to continue to remind myself however, that was not your life. Your life was so much more than that. My Dad…. The hunter, the pilot, the diver, the football player, the coach, the boxer, the veteran, and Grandpa. Although you never shared with us your “bucket list” I must believe that you checked off most if not all the items. I’ll never forget all the hunting memories we shared and I’m thankful that Evan was able to build those same memories with you. He will always remember his Grandpa. I will always remember how hard you worked to provide for our family. Many times, you worked two or even three jobs to make ends meet and you did so without complaint. I know when God called you home that you were reunited with the woman you so loved and the two of you are young again and in perfect health. I am also certain that Grandma and Grandpa were standing there waiting to welcome you home. I find peace in knowing that you can finally relax and enjoy your eternal life with Mom. I will always miss the both of you and I know that we will be reunited someday. Until then, I will hold onto our memories. Love you always.