My father was the best dad anyone could ask for, and his passing was devastating to me.
Dad loved life, loved people, and always had a smile or laugh to spare. He was not one to wallow in self-pity, or complain about lacking anything, whether it money, time, or perfect conditions on the lake. He just moved forward, and enjoyed the circumstances on hand with laughter and a smile.
Despite his loss, and my sadness, he would, when I’m ready, want me to ‘keep making those sandwiches.’
And so, after a brief mourning period, I will.
I love you, Dad.
above: South Haven, MI, one of my dad’s favorite fishing spots.by