My parents introduced me to camping as far back as I can remember. There are so many things that I am thankful for and my parents are up there on that list. We laid Dad to rest on my birthday in 2017 after he fought the good fight nearly 20 years past when the doctors said the end was coming. Two battles with cancer, two open heart surgeries, at least two strokes, and multiple back injuries take a toll on a person. Early in 2017 they found the cancer was back again, when ask about scheduling treatment Dad said there isn't going to be any. I held my Dad's arm as he took his last breath. I thought that was the hardest thing I would ever do, I was wrong! Shortly later I had to wake Mom and tell her, holding her as she cried ripped my heart out. January 3 my older brother called me at work about 7:00am, he works 2nd shift and is never up that early so I knew it wasn't good when I saw his name on my phone. Mom had just past. For the past year she still missed Dad, but she was happy and even went camping with my older brother October 2019. Today we laid her to rest. She finally no longer misses Dad, but we will miss them both until our time here is done.