His watch has ended.

20 days ago, I lost this man on the left. He was only 68 years young, but he still acted like he was 12. He was a lot of things to a lot of people; a husband, a friend, a coach, a mentor, but to me; he was my old man. He had a incomparable moral compass, he was always good for a laugh or a word of wisdom. He taught me to drive stick, he was always there if I needed a ride home from the bar at 2AM. He taught me woodworking, and carpentry. He was a good man; a large man, but the only thing bigger than his enormous stature was the size of his heart. I miss you Dad, I wish you an endless supply of cuban cigars, and Red Sox games to watch.

Sorry for the feels train, I just needed to get some emotions out, and I wanted all of you to know that the world is now a lesser place because he isn't in it.