04/27/2026
I was telling my friends about our old camping trips tonight—the time the tent blew away in the middle of the night, and the time we saw the bear by the lake. As I spoke, I realized that I am now the keeper of our family history. You were the great storyteller, the one who could turn a simple weekend into an epic adventure. Now that you’re gone, it’s my job to make sure those stories don't fade into the silence.
I miss the way you’d embellish the details just enough to make them exciting, and the way your eyes would twinkle when you got to the best part. I’m writing these stories down for the next generation. I want them to know about the man who loved the mountains and who wasn't afraid to get lost as long as he had his family with him. You weren't just a father; you were a legend in the making. I’m making sure the legend lives on. I’m keeping the campfire burning, Dad, just like you did.