Fond Memories – Thinking of Dad

My father passed away on November 16th, 2021. He was 60 years old.

My father worked a lot when I was a young child. It was not uncommon for him to work a 48 hour shift at the fire station, then pick up some electrician work for a day, then commercial fishing, then another 48 hour shift at the fire station; rinse and repeat. He worked so my mother could stay at home with my brother and I. Things were tough, compromises had to be made; but, under no circumstances were we ever without. Perhaps we didn’t have a Sega Genesis, or we weren’t able to rent the latest VHS (Have I properly dated myself?), but we always had what we needed. We always had two loving, caring parents, a roof over our heads, food, and clothes. And, even more so, my brother and I saw what it meant to be a provider… What it meant to continuously sacrifice for others.

I do not want to dwell on his passing. Over time I hope to post stories (the good and the bad) of what we did. The memories are forever etched in my mind. I laugh any time I share them. Even still, I miss you, Dad. I wish you were here now.