If you know my dad, you know that he practically lives outside, he has no concept of acting his age and that he's not one to be stopped once he puts his mind to something.

In true Roy fashion, less than 12 hours after he told us that it was his time to go, he was reunited with his Amie Doll

My dad has never been one for funerals (or weddings), so we decided to honor him in the only way we know how.

The Dawg House is a little too small to host all the people whose lives he touched, so we will be having a celebration of life this Friday evening at the Fairfield Park.

We plan to start around 5 and would love for all those who loved my dad to join us. We are going to attempt to make his famous chicken wings, but feel free to bring a small appetizer, stories to share, or some cornhole bags.

𝘐𝘵'𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘥𝘰 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘥𝘰