07/31/2025
❤️🩹 Three years today. The pain doesn’t get smaller — we just learn how to live around it.
✨ Dad, you were more than a father. You were my best friend, my hero. We did more together than I’ve ever done with anyone — museums, sporting events, movies. So many of my best memories, I made with you.
🙏🏼 I’m proud to say I had you in the best shape of your life. You told me you were the happiest you’d ever been — outside of raising me as a kid. Helping you fall in love with fitness, movement, and meditation may have added an extra 10–12 years to your life. And I’m so grateful we got that time. You had a 70-day meditation streak going. I was so proud of you. You loved and Andy.
🐥 Every day you woke up at 3am to do the training session I wrote for you, had your post-workout shake while watching Get Up, then took your morning stroll — “getting my steps in,” as you liked to say. Then it was back to working on your books, your real first love. You were a legend, a genius, and a true original.
⏳ We still lost you too soon — just 72 years young. But you left this world happy and fast, which I take comfort in. No regrets. I got to share my life, my work, and my purpose with you — and in return, you gave me everything. Before fitness, you said you could sit and write for 7 hours straight without realizing you hadn’t moved.
😇 You’ll always be with me — in the gym, on every walk, in every owl sighting, and every time I pause to breathe and be present. I’ll carry you with me until my final breath.
🥰 Love you always, Dad.
Hope you’re flying high with the birds — and keeping an eye on me from above.
