My main memory of your dad is his laugh and how Sam and I would pick on him nonstop. Like the time we were driving back from somewhere and had balloons in the car. We kept bouncing around, and I’m sure there’s no way he could see out the back window. I thought it’d be hilarious to repeatedly rub your dad’s head with the balloon as he was driving, and it started off funny, but by the end of it, he was struggling really hard not to throw my ass to the curb. But that was what was so cool about him…no matter how many times he tried to act big and scary and tough-guy dad, he had the biggest heart and a total soft spot for us, and we loved to take advantage of that by messing with him constantly.