5 years ago today, I lost my Dad. He was 94 and lived a full, productive life. I miss him a lot, especially in the fall during hunting seasons. We hunted and fished together all his life from Canada to Mexico. He taught me how to be a man and all of the values and responsibilities that came with it. He was a great provider and family man to my Mom, my sisters and me. We both shared the Brotherhood of Masonry. RIP Pop, I'll see you again one day.





