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I thought that when I first started this blog that most of this would be about fun things that I have done and future travels that were to come. Tonight I feel like I need to talk about something very sad that happened over the weekend. Not that I want to let everyone know about this, but I guess more for my own personal well-being. Actually, I guess I would also like to somehow have this as a little, simple memorial to the greatest man that I knew. He was the nicest, most caring man who always thought of others before himself. He never asked for anything and always offered everything to anyone in need. He loved people and more importantly, loved to make them smile and feel good. He spent the last few years of his life in pain and sometimes in misery, but he would never ask for help.
Unfortunately, I don't remember much of my dad when he and my mom were still married. They divorced when I was about 7 or 8 years old. My earliest memories are of my dad picking me and my brother up to spend time with him. He was always so happy to see us! He always wanted to buy us new clothes and other things, not to buy our love, but to make sure we had what we needed. I remember driving around with him while he was working for AAA. He would go to calls for roadside assistance and always make the people he was helping feel better about their situation. I loved riding around with him and listening to him talk about different things. I loved it when we would stop at a Circle K or 7-Eleven to get something to drink, like a Super Big Gulp. I know it may sound silly, but those are the things that I remember about my dad. He had a way of making me happy just to be around him. Even if we were not doing anything really exciting. Although I wasn't able to spend as much time with him when I was growing up that I would have liked to, I was able to spend much more time with him as I grew older. I will never foget him and I will always (and have always) loved him.
I was able to spend the last 3 weeks of his life here at my house with him. I was able to see him every day, except for the five days that I spent in Washington State earlier this month. It seems such a short time that he was here with me, but to me, it is worth a whole lifetime. Until the very end, he wanted me to be happy, even though he was in constant pain and deteriorating health. He would be hurting, but he would make a joke about something and make me laugh. I will miss having him here in my home. I can still smell him here when I enter his room to clean it and get everything in order. I will never forget these last few weeks. He affected the lives of so many people in a positive way. I am very glad that he is not in pain anymore and can finally get some rest, but there are a lot of us that will miss him so very much. We are all hurting right now, but I know that we will make it through this because if there is one thing that my dad never wanted was to have people crying about him after he died. We all did and we all will for some time to come, but that is human nature.
I love you dad and I will miss you very much!
-Ryan
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