I wasn't sure I wanted to talk about this here, but at the end of the day this community has been pretty amazing to me. I can only hope this continues to be true as I struggle to find my way in the days ahead.
On May 6th I lost my father. He was the best man I ever knew, and someone I aspired to be every day. He was kind, courageous, selfless, and strong. He worked every minute of every day to ensure that the people around him weren't burdened by his actions, or inactions, and this gave me the inspiration I needed to be the best I could be. If it weren't for him I wouldn't have done the volunteer work I've done, I wouldn't have helped strangers on the side of the road, or even tried to maintain a fitness blog in the hopes of helping someone struggling with weight or self-image issues.
Everything I did, I did in the hopes of making this man proud. This man who shaped who I am, and who I hope continues to shape who I will be. I only wish you could have known him, because he was amazing, and you would have been very impressed.
Love you pops.
