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New dates added & new boot goofin across the globe!

See ya on the road up until 2027! You know where to grab tix and if you don’t see your town, I’m adding more dates so I promise I’ll get there 🤘🏼

Also Europe & Australia look out for your ole Uncle Ian in 2026 👀👀

And tell me what job I should do in your town for my travel show IAN DO: AN ODD GUY DOIN ODD JOBS @iandoshow

New dates added & new boot goofin across the globe!

See ya on the road up until 2027! You know where to grab tix and if you don’t see your town, I’m adding more dates so I promise I’ll get there 🤘🏼

Also Europe & Australia look out for your ole Uncle Ian in 2026 👀👀

And tell me what job I should do in your town for my travel show IAN DO: AN ODD GUY DOIN ODD JOBS @iandoshow

New dates added & new boot goofin across the globe!

See ya on the road up until 2027! You know where to grab tix and if you don’t see your town, I’m adding more dates so I promise I’ll get there 🤘🏼

Also Europe & Australia look out for your ole Uncle Ian in 2026 👀👀

And tell me what job I should do in your town for my travel show IAN DO: AN ODD GUY DOIN ODD JOBS @iandoshow

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Yesterday marked 33 years since my dad died so I posted a few instagram stories about it and I included some letters he wrote me and my mom every day before he went to work.

By the end of the day I had hundreds and hundreds of messages from people. They were so overwhelmingly supportive and loving that I wanted to make a post addressing it here, and say thank you to everyone for reaching out with kindness.

So many of the messages were from parents, mainly dads, saying they were going to start writing notes and letters to their kids every day before work, too.

I have stacks and stacks of these letters and little notes - a lot of them weird and silly but always heartfelt and loving.

It’s almost supernatural to have them - a man talking to his son through his long lost words beyond the grave, his spirit floating through the ether, alive on the page in the letters and memories that he left.

It’s really wild to think about, but I’m so fortunate to have these and I’d be selfish if I didn’t share them with the world at some point, especially in the hopes that others start doing the same with their kids and family as well.

I don’t know how to write a book or sell one at that, but I really wanna put these in a book and share them with the world because this is too special and rare to hide away, and I couldn’t think of two better words to describe my dad: special and rare

And so now it’s been over three decades since he was taken away but the good news is that loss dulls with time.

Sure sometimes there are sharp pangs of sadness and grief, but the anger subsides an moreso as time goes on the grief turns to gratitude that I got to have such a wonderful soul impart their spirit onto me for 8 years, and I get to share that spirit with the world for however many more years I have left!

People die, life ends, time is cut short, but the time spent living is how you’re to be remembered and while I’m here I wanna live like my old man John did: with love happiness kindness and a fierce spirt that didn’t take shit from anyone and no matter what was said it was always said with love.

Sending love to all today and everyday,
Ian

Yesterday marked 33 years since my dad died so I posted a few instagram stories about it and I included some letters he wrote me and my mom every day before he went to work.

By the end of the day I had hundreds and hundreds of messages from people. They were so overwhelmingly supportive and loving that I wanted to make a post addressing it here, and say thank you to everyone for reaching out with kindness.

So many of the messages were from parents, mainly dads, saying they were going to start writing notes and letters to their kids every day before work, too.

I have stacks and stacks of these letters and little notes - a lot of them weird and silly but always heartfelt and loving.

It’s almost supernatural to have them - a man talking to his son through his long lost words beyond the grave, his spirit floating through the ether, alive on the page in the letters and memories that he left.

It’s really wild to think about, but I’m so fortunate to have these and I’d be selfish if I didn’t share them with the world at some point, especially in the hopes that others start doing the same with their kids and family as well.

I don’t know how to write a book or sell one at that, but I really wanna put these in a book and share them with the world because this is too special and rare to hide away, and I couldn’t think of two better words to describe my dad: special and rare

And so now it’s been over three decades since he was taken away but the good news is that loss dulls with time.

Sure sometimes there are sharp pangs of sadness and grief, but the anger subsides an moreso as time goes on the grief turns to gratitude that I got to have such a wonderful soul impart their spirit onto me for 8 years, and I get to share that spirit with the world for however many more years I have left!

People die, life ends, time is cut short, but the time spent living is how you’re to be remembered and while I’m here I wanna live like my old man John did: with love happiness kindness and a fierce spirt that didn’t take shit from anyone and no matter what was said it was always said with love.

Sending love to all today and everyday,
Ian

Yesterday marked 33 years since my dad died so I posted a few instagram stories about it and I included some letters he wrote me and my mom every day before he went to work.

By the end of the day I had hundreds and hundreds of messages from people. They were so overwhelmingly supportive and loving that I wanted to make a post addressing it here, and say thank you to everyone for reaching out with kindness.

So many of the messages were from parents, mainly dads, saying they were going to start writing notes and letters to their kids every day before work, too.

I have stacks and stacks of these letters and little notes - a lot of them weird and silly but always heartfelt and loving.

It’s almost supernatural to have them - a man talking to his son through his long lost words beyond the grave, his spirit floating through the ether, alive on the page in the letters and memories that he left.

It’s really wild to think about, but I’m so fortunate to have these and I’d be selfish if I didn’t share them with the world at some point, especially in the hopes that others start doing the same with their kids and family as well.

I don’t know how to write a book or sell one at that, but I really wanna put these in a book and share them with the world because this is too special and rare to hide away, and I couldn’t think of two better words to describe my dad: special and rare

And so now it’s been over three decades since he was taken away but the good news is that loss dulls with time.

Sure sometimes there are sharp pangs of sadness and grief, but the anger subsides an moreso as time goes on the grief turns to gratitude that I got to have such a wonderful soul impart their spirit onto me for 8 years, and I get to share that spirit with the world for however many more years I have left!

People die, life ends, time is cut short, but the time spent living is how you’re to be remembered and while I’m here I wanna live like my old man John did: with love happiness kindness and a fierce spirt that didn’t take shit from anyone and no matter what was said it was always said with love.

Sending love to all today and everyday,
Ian

Yesterday marked 33 years since my dad died so I posted a few instagram stories about it and I included some letters he wrote me and my mom every day before he went to work.

By the end of the day I had hundreds and hundreds of messages from people. They were so overwhelmingly supportive and loving that I wanted to make a post addressing it here, and say thank you to everyone for reaching out with kindness.

So many of the messages were from parents, mainly dads, saying they were going to start writing notes and letters to their kids every day before work, too.

I have stacks and stacks of these letters and little notes - a lot of them weird and silly but always heartfelt and loving.

It’s almost supernatural to have them - a man talking to his son through his long lost words beyond the grave, his spirit floating through the ether, alive on the page in the letters and memories that he left.

It’s really wild to think about, but I’m so fortunate to have these and I’d be selfish if I didn’t share them with the world at some point, especially in the hopes that others start doing the same with their kids and family as well.

I don’t know how to write a book or sell one at that, but I really wanna put these in a book and share them with the world because this is too special and rare to hide away, and I couldn’t think of two better words to describe my dad: special and rare

And so now it’s been over three decades since he was taken away but the good news is that loss dulls with time.

Sure sometimes there are sharp pangs of sadness and grief, but the anger subsides an moreso as time goes on the grief turns to gratitude that I got to have such a wonderful soul impart their spirit onto me for 8 years, and I get to share that spirit with the world for however many more years I have left!

People die, life ends, time is cut short, but the time spent living is how you’re to be remembered and while I’m here I wanna live like my old man John did: with love happiness kindness and a fierce spirt that didn’t take shit from anyone and no matter what was said it was always said with love.

Sending love to all today and everyday,
Ian

Yesterday marked 33 years since my dad died so I posted a few instagram stories about it and I included some letters he wrote me and my mom every day before he went to work.

By the end of the day I had hundreds and hundreds of messages from people. They were so overwhelmingly supportive and loving that I wanted to make a post addressing it here, and say thank you to everyone for reaching out with kindness.

So many of the messages were from parents, mainly dads, saying they were going to start writing notes and letters to their kids every day before work, too.

I have stacks and stacks of these letters and little notes - a lot of them weird and silly but always heartfelt and loving.

It’s almost supernatural to have them - a man talking to his son through his long lost words beyond the grave, his spirit floating through the ether, alive on the page in the letters and memories that he left.

It’s really wild to think about, but I’m so fortunate to have these and I’d be selfish if I didn’t share them with the world at some point, especially in the hopes that others start doing the same with their kids and family as well.

I don’t know how to write a book or sell one at that, but I really wanna put these in a book and share them with the world because this is too special and rare to hide away, and I couldn’t think of two better words to describe my dad: special and rare

And so now it’s been over three decades since he was taken away but the good news is that loss dulls with time.

Sure sometimes there are sharp pangs of sadness and grief, but the anger subsides an moreso as time goes on the grief turns to gratitude that I got to have such a wonderful soul impart their spirit onto me for 8 years, and I get to share that spirit with the world for however many more years I have left!

People die, life ends, time is cut short, but the time spent living is how you’re to be remembered and while I’m here I wanna live like my old man John did: with love happiness kindness and a fierce spirt that didn’t take shit from anyone and no matter what was said it was always said with love.

Sending love to all today and everyday,
Ian

Yesterday marked 33 years since my dad died so I posted a few instagram stories about it and I included some letters he wrote me and my mom every day before he went to work.

By the end of the day I had hundreds and hundreds of messages from people. They were so overwhelmingly supportive and loving that I wanted to make a post addressing it here, and say thank you to everyone for reaching out with kindness.

So many of the messages were from parents, mainly dads, saying they were going to start writing notes and letters to their kids every day before work, too.

I have stacks and stacks of these letters and little notes - a lot of them weird and silly but always heartfelt and loving.

It’s almost supernatural to have them - a man talking to his son through his long lost words beyond the grave, his spirit floating through the ether, alive on the page in the letters and memories that he left.

It’s really wild to think about, but I’m so fortunate to have these and I’d be selfish if I didn’t share them with the world at some point, especially in the hopes that others start doing the same with their kids and family as well.

I don’t know how to write a book or sell one at that, but I really wanna put these in a book and share them with the world because this is too special and rare to hide away, and I couldn’t think of two better words to describe my dad: special and rare

And so now it’s been over three decades since he was taken away but the good news is that loss dulls with time.

Sure sometimes there are sharp pangs of sadness and grief, but the anger subsides an moreso as time goes on the grief turns to gratitude that I got to have such a wonderful soul impart their spirit onto me for 8 years, and I get to share that spirit with the world for however many more years I have left!

People die, life ends, time is cut short, but the time spent living is how you’re to be remembered and while I’m here I wanna live like my old man John did: with love happiness kindness and a fierce spirt that didn’t take shit from anyone and no matter what was said it was always said with love.

Sending love to all today and everyday,
Ian

Yesterday marked 33 years since my dad died so I posted a few instagram stories about it and I included some letters he wrote me and my mom every day before he went to work.

By the end of the day I had hundreds and hundreds of messages from people. They were so overwhelmingly supportive and loving that I wanted to make a post addressing it here, and say thank you to everyone for reaching out with kindness.

So many of the messages were from parents, mainly dads, saying they were going to start writing notes and letters to their kids every day before work, too.

I have stacks and stacks of these letters and little notes - a lot of them weird and silly but always heartfelt and loving.

It’s almost supernatural to have them - a man talking to his son through his long lost words beyond the grave, his spirit floating through the ether, alive on the page in the letters and memories that he left.

It’s really wild to think about, but I’m so fortunate to have these and I’d be selfish if I didn’t share them with the world at some point, especially in the hopes that others start doing the same with their kids and family as well.

I don’t know how to write a book or sell one at that, but I really wanna put these in a book and share them with the world because this is too special and rare to hide away, and I couldn’t think of two better words to describe my dad: special and rare

And so now it’s been over three decades since he was taken away but the good news is that loss dulls with time.

Sure sometimes there are sharp pangs of sadness and grief, but the anger subsides an moreso as time goes on the grief turns to gratitude that I got to have such a wonderful soul impart their spirit onto me for 8 years, and I get to share that spirit with the world for however many more years I have left!

People die, life ends, time is cut short, but the time spent living is how you’re to be remembered and while I’m here I wanna live like my old man John did: with love happiness kindness and a fierce spirt that didn’t take shit from anyone and no matter what was said it was always said with love.

Sending love to all today and everyday,
Ian

Yesterday marked 33 years since my dad died so I posted a few instagram stories about it and I included some letters he wrote me and my mom every day before he went to work.

By the end of the day I had hundreds and hundreds of messages from people. They were so overwhelmingly supportive and loving that I wanted to make a post addressing it here, and say thank you to everyone for reaching out with kindness.

So many of the messages were from parents, mainly dads, saying they were going to start writing notes and letters to their kids every day before work, too.

I have stacks and stacks of these letters and little notes - a lot of them weird and silly but always heartfelt and loving.

It’s almost supernatural to have them - a man talking to his son through his long lost words beyond the grave, his spirit floating through the ether, alive on the page in the letters and memories that he left.

It’s really wild to think about, but I’m so fortunate to have these and I’d be selfish if I didn’t share them with the world at some point, especially in the hopes that others start doing the same with their kids and family as well.

I don’t know how to write a book or sell one at that, but I really wanna put these in a book and share them with the world because this is too special and rare to hide away, and I couldn’t think of two better words to describe my dad: special and rare

And so now it’s been over three decades since he was taken away but the good news is that loss dulls with time.

Sure sometimes there are sharp pangs of sadness and grief, but the anger subsides an moreso as time goes on the grief turns to gratitude that I got to have such a wonderful soul impart their spirit onto me for 8 years, and I get to share that spirit with the world for however many more years I have left!

People die, life ends, time is cut short, but the time spent living is how you’re to be remembered and while I’m here I wanna live like my old man John did: with love happiness kindness and a fierce spirt that didn’t take shit from anyone and no matter what was said it was always said with love.

Sending love to all today and everyday,
Ian

Yesterday marked 33 years since my dad died so I posted a few instagram stories about it and I included some letters he wrote me and my mom every day before he went to work.

By the end of the day I had hundreds and hundreds of messages from people. They were so overwhelmingly supportive and loving that I wanted to make a post addressing it here, and say thank you to everyone for reaching out with kindness.

So many of the messages were from parents, mainly dads, saying they were going to start writing notes and letters to their kids every day before work, too.

I have stacks and stacks of these letters and little notes - a lot of them weird and silly but always heartfelt and loving.

It’s almost supernatural to have them - a man talking to his son through his long lost words beyond the grave, his spirit floating through the ether, alive on the page in the letters and memories that he left.

It’s really wild to think about, but I’m so fortunate to have these and I’d be selfish if I didn’t share them with the world at some point, especially in the hopes that others start doing the same with their kids and family as well.

I don’t know how to write a book or sell one at that, but I really wanna put these in a book and share them with the world because this is too special and rare to hide away, and I couldn’t think of two better words to describe my dad: special and rare

And so now it’s been over three decades since he was taken away but the good news is that loss dulls with time.

Sure sometimes there are sharp pangs of sadness and grief, but the anger subsides an moreso as time goes on the grief turns to gratitude that I got to have such a wonderful soul impart their spirit onto me for 8 years, and I get to share that spirit with the world for however many more years I have left!

People die, life ends, time is cut short, but the time spent living is how you’re to be remembered and while I’m here I wanna live like my old man John did: with love happiness kindness and a fierce spirt that didn’t take shit from anyone and no matter what was said it was always said with love.

Sending love to all today and everyday,
Ian

Yesterday marked 33 years since my dad died so I posted a few instagram stories about it and I included some letters he wrote me and my mom every day before he went to work.

By the end of the day I had hundreds and hundreds of messages from people. They were so overwhelmingly supportive and loving that I wanted to make a post addressing it here, and say thank you to everyone for reaching out with kindness.

So many of the messages were from parents, mainly dads, saying they were going to start writing notes and letters to their kids every day before work, too.

I have stacks and stacks of these letters and little notes - a lot of them weird and silly but always heartfelt and loving.

It’s almost supernatural to have them - a man talking to his son through his long lost words beyond the grave, his spirit floating through the ether, alive on the page in the letters and memories that he left.

It’s really wild to think about, but I’m so fortunate to have these and I’d be selfish if I didn’t share them with the world at some point, especially in the hopes that others start doing the same with their kids and family as well.

I don’t know how to write a book or sell one at that, but I really wanna put these in a book and share them with the world because this is too special and rare to hide away, and I couldn’t think of two better words to describe my dad: special and rare

And so now it’s been over three decades since he was taken away but the good news is that loss dulls with time.

Sure sometimes there are sharp pangs of sadness and grief, but the anger subsides an moreso as time goes on the grief turns to gratitude that I got to have such a wonderful soul impart their spirit onto me for 8 years, and I get to share that spirit with the world for however many more years I have left!

People die, life ends, time is cut short, but the time spent living is how you’re to be remembered and while I’m here I wanna live like my old man John did: with love happiness kindness and a fierce spirt that didn’t take shit from anyone and no matter what was said it was always said with love.

Sending love to all today and everyday,
Ian

Yesterday marked 33 years since my dad died so I posted a few instagram stories about it and I included some letters he wrote me and my mom every day before he went to work.

By the end of the day I had hundreds and hundreds of messages from people. They were so overwhelmingly supportive and loving that I wanted to make a post addressing it here, and say thank you to everyone for reaching out with kindness.

So many of the messages were from parents, mainly dads, saying they were going to start writing notes and letters to their kids every day before work, too.

I have stacks and stacks of these letters and little notes - a lot of them weird and silly but always heartfelt and loving.

It’s almost supernatural to have them - a man talking to his son through his long lost words beyond the grave, his spirit floating through the ether, alive on the page in the letters and memories that he left.

It’s really wild to think about, but I’m so fortunate to have these and I’d be selfish if I didn’t share them with the world at some point, especially in the hopes that others start doing the same with their kids and family as well.

I don’t know how to write a book or sell one at that, but I really wanna put these in a book and share them with the world because this is too special and rare to hide away, and I couldn’t think of two better words to describe my dad: special and rare

And so now it’s been over three decades since he was taken away but the good news is that loss dulls with time.

Sure sometimes there are sharp pangs of sadness and grief, but the anger subsides an moreso as time goes on the grief turns to gratitude that I got to have such a wonderful soul impart their spirit onto me for 8 years, and I get to share that spirit with the world for however many more years I have left!

People die, life ends, time is cut short, but the time spent living is how you’re to be remembered and while I’m here I wanna live like my old man John did: with love happiness kindness and a fierce spirt that didn’t take shit from anyone and no matter what was said it was always said with love.

Sending love to all today and everyday,
Ian

Yesterday marked 33 years since my dad died so I posted a few instagram stories about it and I included some letters he wrote me and my mom every day before he went to work.

By the end of the day I had hundreds and hundreds of messages from people. They were so overwhelmingly supportive and loving that I wanted to make a post addressing it here, and say thank you to everyone for reaching out with kindness.

So many of the messages were from parents, mainly dads, saying they were going to start writing notes and letters to their kids every day before work, too.

I have stacks and stacks of these letters and little notes - a lot of them weird and silly but always heartfelt and loving.

It’s almost supernatural to have them - a man talking to his son through his long lost words beyond the grave, his spirit floating through the ether, alive on the page in the letters and memories that he left.

It’s really wild to think about, but I’m so fortunate to have these and I’d be selfish if I didn’t share them with the world at some point, especially in the hopes that others start doing the same with their kids and family as well.

I don’t know how to write a book or sell one at that, but I really wanna put these in a book and share them with the world because this is too special and rare to hide away, and I couldn’t think of two better words to describe my dad: special and rare

And so now it’s been over three decades since he was taken away but the good news is that loss dulls with time.

Sure sometimes there are sharp pangs of sadness and grief, but the anger subsides an moreso as time goes on the grief turns to gratitude that I got to have such a wonderful soul impart their spirit onto me for 8 years, and I get to share that spirit with the world for however many more years I have left!

People die, life ends, time is cut short, but the time spent living is how you’re to be remembered and while I’m here I wanna live like my old man John did: with love happiness kindness and a fierce spirt that didn’t take shit from anyone and no matter what was said it was always said with love.

Sending love to all today and everyday,
Ian

Yesterday marked 33 years since my dad died so I posted a few instagram stories about it and I included some letters he wrote me and my mom every day before he went to work.

By the end of the day I had hundreds and hundreds of messages from people. They were so overwhelmingly supportive and loving that I wanted to make a post addressing it here, and say thank you to everyone for reaching out with kindness.

So many of the messages were from parents, mainly dads, saying they were going to start writing notes and letters to their kids every day before work, too.

I have stacks and stacks of these letters and little notes - a lot of them weird and silly but always heartfelt and loving.

It’s almost supernatural to have them - a man talking to his son through his long lost words beyond the grave, his spirit floating through the ether, alive on the page in the letters and memories that he left.

It’s really wild to think about, but I’m so fortunate to have these and I’d be selfish if I didn’t share them with the world at some point, especially in the hopes that others start doing the same with their kids and family as well.

I don’t know how to write a book or sell one at that, but I really wanna put these in a book and share them with the world because this is too special and rare to hide away, and I couldn’t think of two better words to describe my dad: special and rare

And so now it’s been over three decades since he was taken away but the good news is that loss dulls with time.

Sure sometimes there are sharp pangs of sadness and grief, but the anger subsides an moreso as time goes on the grief turns to gratitude that I got to have such a wonderful soul impart their spirit onto me for 8 years, and I get to share that spirit with the world for however many more years I have left!

People die, life ends, time is cut short, but the time spent living is how you’re to be remembered and while I’m here I wanna live like my old man John did: with love happiness kindness and a fierce spirt that didn’t take shit from anyone and no matter what was said it was always said with love.

Sending love to all today and everyday,
Ian

Yesterday marked 33 years since my dad died so I posted a few instagram stories about it and I included some letters he wrote me and my mom every day before he went to work.

By the end of the day I had hundreds and hundreds of messages from people. They were so overwhelmingly supportive and loving that I wanted to make a post addressing it here, and say thank you to everyone for reaching out with kindness.

So many of the messages were from parents, mainly dads, saying they were going to start writing notes and letters to their kids every day before work, too.

I have stacks and stacks of these letters and little notes - a lot of them weird and silly but always heartfelt and loving.

It’s almost supernatural to have them - a man talking to his son through his long lost words beyond the grave, his spirit floating through the ether, alive on the page in the letters and memories that he left.

It’s really wild to think about, but I’m so fortunate to have these and I’d be selfish if I didn’t share them with the world at some point, especially in the hopes that others start doing the same with their kids and family as well.

I don’t know how to write a book or sell one at that, but I really wanna put these in a book and share them with the world because this is too special and rare to hide away, and I couldn’t think of two better words to describe my dad: special and rare

And so now it’s been over three decades since he was taken away but the good news is that loss dulls with time.

Sure sometimes there are sharp pangs of sadness and grief, but the anger subsides an moreso as time goes on the grief turns to gratitude that I got to have such a wonderful soul impart their spirit onto me for 8 years, and I get to share that spirit with the world for however many more years I have left!

People die, life ends, time is cut short, but the time spent living is how you’re to be remembered and while I’m here I wanna live like my old man John did: with love happiness kindness and a fierce spirt that didn’t take shit from anyone and no matter what was said it was always said with love.

Sending love to all today and everyday,
Ian

Yesterday marked 33 years since my dad died so I posted a few instagram stories about it and I included some letters he wrote me and my mom every day before he went to work.

By the end of the day I had hundreds and hundreds of messages from people. They were so overwhelmingly supportive and loving that I wanted to make a post addressing it here, and say thank you to everyone for reaching out with kindness.

So many of the messages were from parents, mainly dads, saying they were going to start writing notes and letters to their kids every day before work, too.

I have stacks and stacks of these letters and little notes - a lot of them weird and silly but always heartfelt and loving.

It’s almost supernatural to have them - a man talking to his son through his long lost words beyond the grave, his spirit floating through the ether, alive on the page in the letters and memories that he left.

It’s really wild to think about, but I’m so fortunate to have these and I’d be selfish if I didn’t share them with the world at some point, especially in the hopes that others start doing the same with their kids and family as well.

I don’t know how to write a book or sell one at that, but I really wanna put these in a book and share them with the world because this is too special and rare to hide away, and I couldn’t think of two better words to describe my dad: special and rare

And so now it’s been over three decades since he was taken away but the good news is that loss dulls with time.

Sure sometimes there are sharp pangs of sadness and grief, but the anger subsides an moreso as time goes on the grief turns to gratitude that I got to have such a wonderful soul impart their spirit onto me for 8 years, and I get to share that spirit with the world for however many more years I have left!

People die, life ends, time is cut short, but the time spent living is how you’re to be remembered and while I’m here I wanna live like my old man John did: with love happiness kindness and a fierce spirt that didn’t take shit from anyone and no matter what was said it was always said with love.

Sending love to all today and everyday,
Ian

Yesterday marked 33 years since my dad died so I posted a few instagram stories about it and I included some letters he wrote me and my mom every day before he went to work.

By the end of the day I had hundreds and hundreds of messages from people. They were so overwhelmingly supportive and loving that I wanted to make a post addressing it here, and say thank you to everyone for reaching out with kindness.

So many of the messages were from parents, mainly dads, saying they were going to start writing notes and letters to their kids every day before work, too.

I have stacks and stacks of these letters and little notes - a lot of them weird and silly but always heartfelt and loving.

It’s almost supernatural to have them - a man talking to his son through his long lost words beyond the grave, his spirit floating through the ether, alive on the page in the letters and memories that he left.

It’s really wild to think about, but I’m so fortunate to have these and I’d be selfish if I didn’t share them with the world at some point, especially in the hopes that others start doing the same with their kids and family as well.

I don’t know how to write a book or sell one at that, but I really wanna put these in a book and share them with the world because this is too special and rare to hide away, and I couldn’t think of two better words to describe my dad: special and rare

And so now it’s been over three decades since he was taken away but the good news is that loss dulls with time.

Sure sometimes there are sharp pangs of sadness and grief, but the anger subsides an moreso as time goes on the grief turns to gratitude that I got to have such a wonderful soul impart their spirit onto me for 8 years, and I get to share that spirit with the world for however many more years I have left!

People die, life ends, time is cut short, but the time spent living is how you’re to be remembered and while I’m here I wanna live like my old man John did: with love happiness kindness and a fierce spirt that didn’t take shit from anyone and no matter what was said it was always said with love.

Sending love to all today and everyday,
Ian

Yesterday marked 33 years since my dad died so I posted a few instagram stories about it and I included some letters he wrote me and my mom every day before he went to work.

By the end of the day I had hundreds and hundreds of messages from people. They were so overwhelmingly supportive and loving that I wanted to make a post addressing it here, and say thank you to everyone for reaching out with kindness.

So many of the messages were from parents, mainly dads, saying they were going to start writing notes and letters to their kids every day before work, too.

I have stacks and stacks of these letters and little notes - a lot of them weird and silly but always heartfelt and loving.

It’s almost supernatural to have them - a man talking to his son through his long lost words beyond the grave, his spirit floating through the ether, alive on the page in the letters and memories that he left.

It’s really wild to think about, but I’m so fortunate to have these and I’d be selfish if I didn’t share them with the world at some point, especially in the hopes that others start doing the same with their kids and family as well.

I don’t know how to write a book or sell one at that, but I really wanna put these in a book and share them with the world because this is too special and rare to hide away, and I couldn’t think of two better words to describe my dad: special and rare

And so now it’s been over three decades since he was taken away but the good news is that loss dulls with time.

Sure sometimes there are sharp pangs of sadness and grief, but the anger subsides an moreso as time goes on the grief turns to gratitude that I got to have such a wonderful soul impart their spirit onto me for 8 years, and I get to share that spirit with the world for however many more years I have left!

People die, life ends, time is cut short, but the time spent living is how you’re to be remembered and while I’m here I wanna live like my old man John did: with love happiness kindness and a fierce spirt that didn’t take shit from anyone and no matter what was said it was always said with love.

Sending love to all today and everyday,
Ian

Yesterday marked 33 years since my dad died so I posted a few instagram stories about it and I included some letters he wrote me and my mom every day before he went to work.

By the end of the day I had hundreds and hundreds of messages from people. They were so overwhelmingly supportive and loving that I wanted to make a post addressing it here, and say thank you to everyone for reaching out with kindness.

So many of the messages were from parents, mainly dads, saying they were going to start writing notes and letters to their kids every day before work, too.

I have stacks and stacks of these letters and little notes - a lot of them weird and silly but always heartfelt and loving.

It’s almost supernatural to have them - a man talking to his son through his long lost words beyond the grave, his spirit floating through the ether, alive on the page in the letters and memories that he left.

It’s really wild to think about, but I’m so fortunate to have these and I’d be selfish if I didn’t share them with the world at some point, especially in the hopes that others start doing the same with their kids and family as well.

I don’t know how to write a book or sell one at that, but I really wanna put these in a book and share them with the world because this is too special and rare to hide away, and I couldn’t think of two better words to describe my dad: special and rare

And so now it’s been over three decades since he was taken away but the good news is that loss dulls with time.

Sure sometimes there are sharp pangs of sadness and grief, but the anger subsides an moreso as time goes on the grief turns to gratitude that I got to have such a wonderful soul impart their spirit onto me for 8 years, and I get to share that spirit with the world for however many more years I have left!

People die, life ends, time is cut short, but the time spent living is how you’re to be remembered and while I’m here I wanna live like my old man John did: with love happiness kindness and a fierce spirt that didn’t take shit from anyone and no matter what was said it was always said with love.

Sending love to all today and everyday,
Ian

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