I’ll miss the way you’d answer the phone “Whitney Elizabeth-Ann” and listen to my stories. I’ll miss your business advice to Coty and I. I’ll miss our Friday nights double dating, I’ll miss drinking wine and listening to music with you outside in the backyard. I’ll miss patio hangs in Coronado, I’ll miss our boat captain especially. I’ll miss our old people nights in the Coronado Cays where Coty and I were the youngest people on the dance floor, but loved every minute. I’ll miss Mikey being with his Pops. I’ll miss seeing your golf cart pass by Bird after a round of golf to get home to mom, I’ll miss you flying in the door from work with 5 minutes to spare before your tee time, always making a fast sandwich. I’ll miss the smell of coffee when I walk into your house any given morning, the truth is I’ve been missing that smell since 1/6 when I dumped out your last pot. I’ll miss your birthday, holidays, and you. I’ll miss it all. But I’ll carry on the way you’d want and I’ll honor you in everything I do.

I’ll cherish our memories in Telluride, Coronado, New York, Italy, Hawaii (the Kahala is a story that will always be great), and so many more. I know you had no regrets, you lived and enjoyed every day. The only regret you’d have is not getting to watch Mikey and Blake grow, but now you’ll be in the front row. Thank you for fighting an uphill, horrific battle with Covid-19 for us. I only wish our country had prioritized the sick in hospitals instead of the political BS that occurred when you went in and I wish we could have been with you physically every step of the way. You deserved so much better. I’ll love you forever. Thanks for being the best Dad, Popsicle, Daddio and man I’ve ever known. Please remember my dad as things like Disneyland, Scottsdale bars and Baseball open back at full capacity. It stings my open wounds. Proceed with love for your neighbors.

I love you Dad