As we move into this Holiday Season, I can't help but feel a huge hole in my life. My dad loved Christmas. He loved everything about it. Last year, he wasn't doing well at all. In fact, we were told we wouldn't have him for Christmas. As I look back at the blog during that time, I didn't go into much detail about how bad he really was. When he had pneumonia, the doctors told us that he wouldn't live more than 24 hours. I don't know why I couldn't say that here, I guess it was because my dad never gave up hope. Even after we called our entire family and his closest friends to the ICU because we were told he only had hours to live, he was still cracking jokes and keeping everyone on their toes. He lived through death. Wes, Brad, and Mike - I will never forget that day. What you did for my father was incredible and I can't thank you enough for that memory.