Steve White...62-09. RIP Duuuude

Today is one of the days I dread the most each year. Its the anniversary of my Dads death. He was the strongest, funniest, most amazing guy I ever knew. Our time together was cut too short though. There's a lot of times when I really needed my Dad to talk to. I'm not mad at him... I understand why this happened.

I know in my heart that he IS in heaven. No headaches. Those big blue eyes shining right along with his ear-to-ear smile!

I cannot wait to see him again. To get wrapped up in his strong arms and smell the mix of Marb 100's, an old leather jacket, and the best cologne he had.
He was the best hugger I knew. (Still know...(Adam is pretty close.))

I miss you, Dad. I think about you EVERY single day. I know you are here with me on my trip...I cant wait to see you! Scare me like you used to do! Surprise the hell out of me because it was one of your talents. :-) Your ring sits on my pinky finger. It is with me on all my adventures. My safeguard. My reassurance.

I saw an eagle on my way here. It was in the Great Plains area of Nebraska. Flew right over my car.
Thanks pa! It was awesome!

So. Here's to Steve H. White. If you have a drink, raise it up to him. If you have a Miller Genuine Draft, crack it open and pour a little on the ground for him. Then bottoms up!

I love you Dad. So incredibly much. I miss you and think of you every day. Every hour it seems. Just know that...

-Your "G-man"

His ring is my Rock, my reminder, that he is always with me.