This past Saturday I lost my Dad. He wasn't well by any means of the word but his passing was still quite a shock to me. Part of me is relieved that he is finally at peace but the other still wishes he were here with me. The time I spent with him two weeks ago I will cherish for the rest of my life. Sitting in the box at Mile High Stadium with our heads out the window heckling the Vikings fans below us is a memory I will never forget. Not to mention the time he spent with me and my younger brothers trying his hardest to sing the songs of Rock Band (yes my Dad was a gamer too ). I am going to miss him terribly but I know I now have one hell of a guardian angel looking over me. I love you Dad and I promise to make you proud of me.