Yesterday marked 4 years since my Dad passed away. March is always a difficult month, and this year is especially difficult with the job stuff thrown in.

I try to focus on the good memories of my Dad every year, and not on when he was sick. Things like how involved he was in everything my brother and I did, from scouting to dance classes to band events. He was always all in as a leader, chaperone, and even a president of the Band Parents Association. Family was everything to my Dad, and anytime we were in trouble or needed help, we knew he would try to help however he could.

He wasn’t perfect. No one is. But he loved me and taught me so much. And I miss him every single day.