06/26/2026
This is a tough one to write. Early Thursday morning, my stepdad Dale passed away. He had an incurable cancer and did everything he could to stay here as long as possible. I’m so lucky that I got to have him in my life for as long as I did. He was a part of our family for more than 25 years—longer than my own dad was in my life.
When I was in high school, we always joked that my friends liked to come to our house because they wanted to hang out with him more than they wanted to hang out with me :) He was the most fun. He introduced me to so many things—the bag game (IYKYK), cruises, blackjack, power tools, and many more. He was right there with us when my dad died unexpectedly and through many other losses we experienced over the years. We had many wonderful family vacations together. Everyone loved traveling with Dale because he made each moment fun, even if it technically wasn’t supposed to be. We were always laughing.
He helped Dan and I when we bought our first house, dedicating weekends to scraping popcorn ceilings. He walked me down the aisle and we coordinated a special father/daughter dance for my wedding. When I was pregnant with Nico and we were on our Babymoon trip in the Southwest, Dale and my mom came to our house and painted the nursery for us. Dale installed crown moldings through the whole house as a surprise. It was an amazing gift for our family.
He was always there.
It’s really difficult to imagine life without him. My heart hurts for my mom—they celebrated their 25 year wedding anniversary while Dale was in the hospital in April. My heart hurts for my sweet boys, who got so little time with him. And selfishly, my heart hurts for me. I already miss him.
If you are able, please wrap our family in a big hug. And if you have any memories of Dale you want to share, I would love to hear them.