My dad passed away October 2, 2021. It still physically causes me pain and I imagine that ache will be with me for some time to come.

Dad was always the person I would talk to about what museums or zoos I was visiting, where I was going for work next, anything that had to do with eagles (the bird, not the team) and how they seem to, collectively as a species, be avoiding me. He was my science buddy, my proxy mechanic, the person I would call when my house was making weird noises, or when I got strange mail. I could go on and on, but I think you get the idea. He was my person and had been #1 hype person for the 33 (almost 34) years I’ve been alive.

Which brings us to the point of this blog/site/what have you.

I can’t talk to my dad about my adventures anymore. I can’t tell him where I’m going, or how the eagles have slighted me this time. I can’t send him pictures of the NASA Lego kits I build only have him to say “wow” back anticlimactically. I don’t have my dad anymore. So I’m hoping by writing into the void that is the internet, that hole in my heart and soul gets filled, even if it’s just a little bit.