At 9:11 on March 22, my father died.
My father... he was a great, great man. He was very smart. Very strong, and wise, and very loving to his children. My father had served the military for 12 years, gaining experience that he couldn't have gotten anywhere else. He had four wonderful children, my little sister Savannah, and my two half-siblings Shawna and Nick, each living successful lives. He was a master technician for computers. But the best quality that my father has ever owned... was the fact that he had common sense.
But he was by no means perfect. He smoked, and drank, and didn't follow a straight path in life. He's hit rock bottom before, and he has learned from his mistakes. That's what made him a great man, a fantastic leader... and a wonderful father.
Friends, family, work acquaintances, I have created this post in honor of his memory. I ask that you remember him for who he was, and that you please pray for his family. These are certainly trying times.
I wish I could've had more time to build computers with him, launch rockets with him, go visit more museums with him. But I am very, so very thankful for the time that we had together.
The least I could do as his son, is to honor him by remembering him. As a soldier, as a teacher, as a man. As Chuck Grimes.
As a father.