Happy Father's Day in their own words

NAU Disc Golf Course
October 2005

One thing that has always been noticed in the back of my mind, but maybe is strengthened by seeing other familial relationships during my time at college and after, is how strong you have made 

our family. Very few of my friends spend time with their family like we do. The funny thing is that we don’t think anything of it. You have taught Katie and me the importance of family very well 

and values that will always lead us to the right decision.  I love you because you are always there with help and advice taken from the vast experience you have accumulated over the years. You are always the first person I go to when I’m at a crossroads. As I get older I keep seeing myself do things that are almost exactly what you would do and I think “well… turning into my father isn’t the worst thing in the world”. I love you, dad. 

***Nick 

                                                                                

Newport Beach, CA
Christmas, 2006

Blue Monkey Barbados
June 2008

Covo Hills Farm
August 2005

I truly value the time we spend together, whether it is a family game of tripoley, or a trip to the farm, or playing Frisbee golf.  I think I got so many wonderful qualities from you like determination, creativeness, intelligence, perfectionism (not always a good trait to have) and many more. I will always love and treasure you in my life. I feel so blessed to have a father who has always been there for me, wants to be involved in my life, cares for me so deeply and puts me before himself. I appreciate you so much and thank you for all the love and many wondrous opportunities you have given me.

***Katie 

Newport Beach, CA
Christmas 2006

White Sox-Cub Spring Training- AZ
Spring Break 2010

Ahwatukee Lake House
March 2010

 ***Reprinted without permission. Sorry Kids.       

Paint does not a lifetime of memories erase

We pulled the pennants off the wall, dusted and nested the well-worn hats, many of them little league replicas of major league teams. Memories of the growing up years when summers meant baseball and swimming at the community pool, bike riding and playing in the cul-de-sac. 


We took down the bulletin board, still plastered with a hodgepodge of stuff - old photographs and faded boutonnieres, scraps of paper with long forgotten phone numbers, yellowed newspaper clippings, bits and pieces of the past.


It's time, we agreed, actually past time to give the room a fresh coat of paint. It's still Nick's room - just look inside the closet, in the drawers and on the bookshelves. But even when everything is gone, even then it will still and forever be Nick's room.