I had never known a greater love then the love I received each day from my father. He was a gentle soul, with a solid gold heart. Always, always looking out for others, and so eager to lend a helping hand. A lover of his family, his work helping others, the beach, music, sports, hunting and fishing. . He was proud to be a father, a husband, and a new grandfather. I look forward to the days when he would take my sons hunting and fishing, just like he did with his own son. His integrity, pride, and dignity shone vibrant. He was a teacher of life, and a successful student. He was our hero, and our best friend. Dad suffered with debilitating chronic pain after many failed surgery's. He lived with this for over 26 years. Each day he embraced life with a smile, despite the immense pain he felt. He was a trooper, and he taught me to keep on truckin' no matter what curve balls life throws your way. On January 31st, my father gave up the fight. He committed suicide. I never would have thought that he'd ever give up on anything, and the news of this still leaves me in complete and utter shock. I do look back on the incredible memories and moments I had the privilege of sharing with him, and it sets me at ease. He was an eternal optimist, and that spirit lives on in me, and in my children. Through positivity, I am learning that life is a precious gift, one always worth living. This experience taught me the value of living. Dad will always be my hero, and he will never be forgotten.