Memorial day has always marked the celebration of my Dad's birthday, May 26th. We would always try to go to Moab as something fun to do. When I was younger we were always in Mexico on his birthday....
I am sitting here at work, looking at the beautiful day, wishing I could spend it with him, outside.... Having fun.
How many of us out there who are missing him don't have a memory of being outside with my Dad? He loved to be outside.... working, playing.
My Dad was the hardest working, kindest, most loving person. He loved nature, animals and especially little children. He taught me everything that I like in myself when I take a look in the mirror. I always have thought that he saved my life, he raised me and did his best to make sure I turned out ok. I think there were times he was a little worried but I think it all turned out ok.
I am running a race this saturday, a race he taught me how to run,and I know he will be leading me on the climbs and chasing me on the descents.
I love you Dad. Thanks for everything.