
My dad is one of the greatest guys to walk the earth (no, I’m not biased at all - he really is!) and I cherish every day I get to spend with him. There’s a bond my dad and I have that I’ve never felt with anyone else. We just know each other. It’s probably because I’m so much like him - too much sometimes, my family might say. I remember playing Pictionary with him as a teenager. Neither of us can draw to save ourselves, but he had two sides of a rectangle drawn and I yelled DOMINO! We just get each other. (No one would play against us again!) My dad is an adventurer and gave me my love for adventure. Like him, I can’t sit still for long and yearn to discover new corners of this beautiful world. He has taught me that although we’re not here for a long time, if we use our time wisely, we can accomplish a lot, see a lot, live a lot and have a lot of fun doing it. And although he’s always off on a new adventure, he is my rock. He is my constant and I don’t know what I’d do without him.
MY STEPDAD
While my dad taught me adventure, my stepdad taught me grounding. He taught me that home is a solid, loving and important place to have and come back to. He showed me the importance of feeling secure and having a solid foundation - he worked hard to provide a happy, safe home for our family. My stepdad had so much faith in me and told me I could do anything I set my mind to. And I know he really believed it. He also taught me to be ridiculous - to laugh, to tell jokes, to make light of the heavy. He did it well - better than most.
I would give anything to call him, say Happy Father’s Day and tell him how much I love him. I would give anything to have him call me any of his crazy nicknames he had for me, hear one of his ridiculous witticisms, and ask me personal life questions, saying “your mom told me to ask,” knowing full well she didn’t.
