Posted on Jul 12, 2015

My dad died on his 63rd birthday after nearly four years of fighting cholangiocarcinoma. He had a voracious curiosity: an undeniable love of learning, questioning, and connecting. A father, grandfather, husband, brother, and son. A crabber, hiker, chef, spiritual inquisitor, and road-trip adventure seeker. A few months before he died, he walked me down the aisle at my wedding. I love you and miss you, Dad.