Thursday, Feb. 5 marked the fifth anniversary since the sudden death of my father at the young age of 53. As cliché as it might sound, it doesn’t feel like five years, it feels more like 10. My dad wasn’t always the easiest person to live with, but he had the biggest heart and would give the shirt off of his back to anyone in need.
I won’t make this a sad column. Rather, I’d like to share a few of my favorite memories of my father. He was always looking for our next adventure. Whether it was the beach, the mountains, the lake, whatever it was, he wanted to get out there as fast as possible.