Yesterday marks 9 years without my dad.
He passed after a really short, unexpected, and painful battle with cancer (more like a beating if I'm being honest).
My dad instilled in me a sense of curiosity, taught me to question everything, and challenged me to not take myself too seriously.
From him, I got my wavy hair, a tendency to talk loudly when I get excited, and a love of music.
And I also learned a lot about how to find my voice from my dad.
He was goofy as hell. But he embraced his weirdness.
Whether that was listening to late-night AM radio programs about aliens…
Creating an atlatl (hunting tool used in Europe during the Paleolithic period) and showing it off/swinging it around at Christmas…
Or throwing Jethro Tull on the record player and passionately playing the air flute on one foot.
But he also embraced what he was good at.
You could always count on him to fix your car, computer, or anything really.
He drew elaborate designs for things he wanted to build. And then built them.
He always had a story to tell, and he could strike up a conversation with just about anyone.
When he passed, my family and friends gathered to remember him. And these were the stories and the traits we celebrated—all the things that made him one-of-a-kind.
I miss him so much today.
Cheers dad! 🥃
Sarah Jane Burt
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