This will be my 19th year without my dad. It really never gets any easier. Not only was he my dad, he was also my best friend. He was also my hunting buddy-I couldn’t even go to the woods for over 3 years after he passed, but I finally was able to put that behind me. My family tells me that they have something “special” planned for this Fathers Day. I had a near-death experience earlier this year-the doctors told my family I had less than a 10% chance of survival (I had sepsis). I spent almost 2 weeks in ICU (and 8 days on a vent) in Hattiesburg. The sepsis was the result of something called “necrotizing fascitis”, more commonly known as “flesh-eating bacteria”. The doctors tell us it is a “miracle” that I survived. There’s nothing like almost dying to make our loved ones appreciate us just a little more than they did before.