Another year that we should be partying hard with our dad is instead spent raising money for the American Heart Association in his memory. Though we believe he is still with us in many ways, it really really sucks (there isn't a better word for it) that he hasn't met more than half of his grandkids and we aren't kicking off our days bullshitting back and forth.

If you knew our dad/Daryl/The King of Fairmount/The Homerun King/The Longball Legend/Your Neighborhood UPS guy/Kentucky's favorite bus driver -- please consider a small donation to celebrate his giant smile on his big 'ol head. 

Thank you.

~The Lanser 5