A couple of years ago, I got a call that has haunted me ever since I uttered the word; "hello". I can tell you exactly where I was, what I was wearing, and who I was with, it's strange how our memories won't let us forget scary moments in our lives. You just never really expect to get a phone call from your sister telling you that you're dad's been in a scuba diving accident and went to the hospital via ambulance. It straight up scared me, here's a man i've known my whole life, a strong, healthy dad in the hospital after almost drowning to death in the ocean, I was scared and emotional. It's been about 3.5 years since that's happened and i'm still not over it (even though my dad is) every time my dad gets in the water to go for a dive he knows the rule and has to call me right after he's gotten out to tell me how it went and so that I know he's still alive.
My dad and I wow, we've had our moments, rain and shine he's one of the two people in this world that knows me the best, probably better than I know myself. He calls my bs, loves me when i'm being ridiculous, gives me grocery money, supports me in my dreams and aspirations, and laughs with me when I tell him about the stupid things I do with my friends. I don't know what I'd do without him and his wisdom. He's not the biggest of men, not a man's man if you will, but hes a hero's hero and he's my hero. If you look at his track record it's pretty much amazing what the man's done with his life, supporting a family of 6 (and one dog RIP besitos), building a very successful business from the ground up, serve a mission in a foreign country, and remaining a very active member of the church are just a few of the amazing things that he has done to bless my life. I love you dad, thank you for everything that you do.
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