To My Pops
Every day feels different without you, because you were the center of everyone. You taught me a lot without even teaching me; it came naturally between us, and I will love that forever. We’re just two big dummies who love to play video games and chill at home. Every day I would come home and say, “Hey Dad! I broke the truck again, but I don’t know what happened”. We would come out, start taking it apart, until 10 pm, knowing we both had work the next day early as hell, but we got it done. You had the dedication to help us whenever we needed it, but knowing damn well you just wanted to sit down, drink a beer, and watch Ghost Adventures or whatever sport was on. I can talk about you forever, pops. One day we’ll meet again with the whole family and drink a beer as we did. Fish on, drink all the beers they have, and save seats for the fam. I love you.
