How does one put into words to best describe the man that was our rock. Life definitely has it’s way of forcing its hand. Our father was a great man, he had his struggles and vices as we all do. He did the best he could with the hand he was dealt. When I needed my Rock, he was always there to offer “Dad’s advice” and how he saw things. Being young, there were many times that I didn’t agree. It’s only now when I reflect back on those conversations that I realize how right he actually was. Thank you dad and I will carry that with me as a father.
My father was a diehard NASCAR fan and we would gather on Sundays with my grandma to cheer on our favorite driver.
One Christmas, purchased a Grave Digger remote control car for me that I literally wore out from playing with so much.
Somewhere along the way he ran into a man named Tom Fox and got his start with Fish Shit. He was passionate about helping new and experienced growers and he was passionate about the product that he promoted. He maintained their social media page and developed a huge following.
It’s hard to sum up life with my father Thomas Weeks without writing a book. My sister and I would like to get out to Vegas and pay our father our respects and would appreciate any assistance that can be offered. Your generosity is greatly appreciated.
