My letter to dad part 1

Dad,

I miss you so much. There's not a day that goes by that I don't think about you. I have so many wonderful memories of you and many things I've learned from you. I remember skiing every winter, playing darts and listening to ABBA. I remember black lights and posters of great skiers in our loft bedroom. I remember "Mares eat oats and does eat oats". I remember you blowing your nose off the ski lift and me grossing out next to you. I remember thinking I was so cool when I finally skied under the big chair at White Pass. I remember Sun Valley, Bogus Basin and Park City. I remember how much time you liked to spend with Susie and me even when we were teenagers. When it was your weekend to have us nothing came first. Old westerns, the Love Boat and Fantasy Island...
I remember knowing I could call you if I needed help or had an emergency. You always said, "I'll be right there." You never lectured me. I remember when I turned 16 you said, "You're old enough to make your own desicions now." You meant it. You allowed me to make my own mistakes.