Hey guys. Tuesday morning my father passed away. A little more than a month away from his 60th birthday. Jesus.
I will obviously be dealing with the emotional and financial fallout of this for the foreseeable future, (I'm sure too many of you have been where I am now sadly...) but it also lit a fire under my butt, where "THE TRIP," is concerned. Which is only reason I am darkening your doorstep with this sad news.
This whole trip started out as a lark. A ridiculous "wouldn't it be nice?" dream. But now I am dead serious about it and will be buying my ticket with in the next 3 weeks. (It would be quicker, but well...you know.)
My dad was a infinitely friendly, popular, hard working, simple man who never got to travel abroad like he dreamed, and we talked at length about my "proposed" trip the last day I saw him, Christmas morning. He wanted so many things for his daughters, and he taught me hard work, honesty and integrity.
There are other things we talked about, new responsibilities and goals that really don't need to be covered here, but I just wanted to thank you all again for being so nice and to tell you I am definitely gonna see some of you this summer no matter what it takes. I'm gonna make every last dream my dad had for me come true.
Thanks again.