Today we lay my father to rest. To me, he was and will always be known as Daddy. My heart and mind are so full I don’t even know where to start. I have a lifetime of memories that I will hold dear till it’s my time to go. My father was the most kind, the most giving, the most loving man I know. He was always living for God and others. He lived a life of conviction and sacrifice, caring very little for his own self-preservation. His life and legacy have literally impacted people all around the world. He instilled in us first and foremost the love of God but also a love of others, a love for the land, a love of mountains and deserts and wide-open places and big skies. We could sit for hours fishing, enjoying the outdoors even without catching anything. He often carried me on his back even after I was getting pretty heavy because of my leg being in casts and braces, so I always kind of saw the world from his perspective, being my eyes were on the same level, which I loved as a kid because I never had to try and see something because I saw right over it. I remember sitting for hours playing ring toss on a game my dad made for me, making up our own rules as we went. He was always just as happy when I would win as he was when he won, although he would tease me about beating up on my old dad. I remember shooting my first deer. Then there are the memories of doing nothing other than just sitting around laughing. I could go on and on, but the list would never end. He loved us like no other. I love you, Daddy, so much and know you are on the other side cheering us on. I will do my part to make sure your legacy goes on for generations to come.