I lost my dad on Thanksgiving, 2010, age 63. He died after an 8 year battle with melanoma. That day played out as he had planned, getting to see all the family before he let go.
He was the strongest MOFO I've ever known, never thought he would've left so soon. He taught me everything I know, and raised us kids strictly to become who we are today, he was our hero. I miss him every day, and I'm at my mom's house every day taking care of what needs to be taken care of to keep things going smoothly.
His dad, now 91, is still going strong with a few set backs here and there. But considering the circumstances, he's doing pretty damn good. Him and my grandma are some tough cats, thats for sure.
Here is a pic of my dad and older bro at Indian Springs AFB, and a pic of him with his bros and dad.