Sunday, October 9, 2022, at 4:00 p.m. my dad took his last breath. Mom, Den, and I were holding him as he drifted off. We truly believe he waited until we gave him permission to go. Until we promised we would be okay. I wonder if he understands we aren't sure what okay is just yet, but we'll get there. There are no words to fully express how we're feeling as each passing minute is a different emotion. There is such an immense sense of loss but also peace knowing he is no longer in pain. 

This post is short because there isn't more to say. October 9, 2022 will forever be the day we lost one of the best men in this world. Please continue to pray for us as we'll need them to maneuver through this next phase. 

Per Dad's request, there will not be a memorial service. When the weather permits, we'll be saying our goodbye as a family and laying him to rest where the elk "can piss" on him. (That's a quote). Thank you for all of your support and kindness these last few weeks. We're asking for time to heal before the calls and check ins begin.