Tldr: I skied a single day this year and it was a blast.
Last summer, the day I found out my wife was pregnant was also the same day my dad got diagnosed with both severe heart failure and pancreatic cancer. Weird. Kinda sucked because my future 2023 ski season at a time when I was progressing quick af was sucked away, for good reasons of course. Growing up, my dad worked 12-18hr days, 6-7 days a week and we really never had the time or money to ski more than once a year, if even that. With my big boy job I've been able to fund those trips now so the past few years have been nice being able to go on ski trips with him. These diagnoses fucked up a lot of things, and following statistics, he should not have even made it to Thanksgiving, let alone be able to ski this March.
I'm just thankful I was able to ski anywhere this year, especially with my dad and brother, at the place he taught us to ski, Peek n Peak. We weren't trying to be intentionally poetic; it just worked out that way based on timing, logistics, and costs. Probably the last time we will ski together.
Not looking for sympathy- just a heavily nostalgic post.