上个星期我爸爸死了。他八十七岁。他教我很多。我一直想他。And my Chinese isn't good enough

to convey my feelings, so here's some English practice...

As some of you already know, my dad passed away last week at 87. He was surrounded by family and friends and thankfully was still living a good life up until his second to last day.

It's rather amazing to me looking at his life through pictures now and seeing him change, develop interests, and grow with age. His early life and mine have remarkable similarities from growing up on the East side of Columbus to studying aerospace engineering at Ohio State. From there he moved to Denver to open a Hi-Fi shop, something I also have a fondness for. Afterwards came a string of aerospace engineering contract gigs which saw him moving to and from every corner of the United States designing and analyzing structures for vehicles like the 737 and 777, missiles like the Tomahawk, and even spacecraft like the LEM (Lunar Excursion Module). Yep, he helped safely land astronauts on the moon!

While I always brag to my nerd friends about my dad's professional accomplishments, of course I'm most proud about the work he did as a father. Though he was already 55 and 60 when my brother and I were born that didn't stop him from bringing a younger man's attitude and energy to retirement and fatherhood. He always said we kept him feeling young at heart. And with his age I was always fearful when looking ahead that he wouldn't be there. He always made it. He made it to every match, graduation, competition, celebration, and every other important life event of mine.

RIP Dad. I will always miss you and will forever be grateful of the time we had together