It’s been three days since you passed and I wake up every morning thinking you are playing one of your jokes on me. I have so many stories to share but no words right now. I just want you to know that hundreds of people will be celebrating your life on Saturday, August 19th in a fashion truly deserved of you. Despite your wishes, we cannot help but be sad. But between the sadness has been a lot of laughter, a shit tonne of beers and a few hangovers. Fuck you dad. I love you.