06/22/2026
A little musing on my Pops on this Father's Day. Honoring and acknowledging just how much I appreciate all the ways he loved and supported and accepted me and my brothers for who we were and who we are.
Papa Bear, as we affectionately called him, was always quick to smile, to laugh and tell a joke, to give a hug. He never shied away from saying "I love you." He was an artist. He was a craftsman. He loved teaching. And fishing. And singing. And being goofy. And playing games. And he loved his sons.
He loved us, even though we never played any sports. Even though we all hated fishing. Even though we were all very different, and different from him. Still, he loved us. And celebrated us. And we loved him. And we love him.
Thank you, dad. Miss you and love you.