Dear Dad,
Although the memories are piled up in my mind I’m finding it hard to encapsulate all the good times. When I think of you I think of fun. It seems the first memory is always Indian Guides and you were known as Setting Sun and I was Rising Sun. Now the sun has set but you will always live on in my heart as the cool rocket scientist fun dad.
Whether it was driving my friends and I to scuba diving lessons, backpacking the Grand Tetons with bear precautions, or motorcycle riding the deserts with family and friends there was always an atmosphere of adventure. Even going to the grocery could be hilarious like the time you dropped kicked a birthday cake by accident at the check-out stand! There was also the big cross-country driving trip to see relatives in Atlanta, Savannah and Chattanooga – while going through Alabama I had a strange creature on my leg I had never seen before and you laughed at the Walking Stick while I was utterly terrified – good times!
Of course, as life goes, there were academics and teenage years to overcome. You were always there to take me to a sporting event or how to solve an algebra problem. We conquered the hurdles!
Later in life we weren’t quite so adventurous. We had many years of enjoying Thanksgiving together and solving the world’s problems through discussion.
I love you and will say Sayonara for now until we meet again.
Love,
David
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