It's hard to believe I lost my father three years ago today. I think it's really easy to romanticize those who have passed on, but I can honestly say that my dad was one of the best people I knew.
Here's why:
Every day he would kiss me on the forehead and say "I love you" at least once (I thought this was silly and annoying when I was in the throws of my teenage years, but now I really appreciate it.)
Nighttime philosophical talks
Introducing me to music
Introducing me to cleaning...
Hash breakfast (left over hamburger meat, zucchini, potatoes, onions, broccoli...)
Sailing
Carrying my tent and backpack through the switchbacks on the way to Gilbert Peak for me
Meeting me in England so we could fly to then explore Sweden and Denmark just because he knew I was obsessed with Scandinavia
5000 more reasons
This is a picture of us in Stockholm in 2006.
I miss you, Dad.
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