My dad and his twin sister, Michelle, in matching outfits. He grew up in rural Oklahoma and he loved it.
He was a 4 time All State athlete in track and cross-country. He won the individual Cross Country state championship for Oklahoma in 1985
My mom and dad at their college homecoming. He loved his ugly mullet. My dad was just 19 when they met.
(My mom was 9 months pregnant with my sister; they married 5 days before Lucinda was born) My mom said it was important that she and my sister officially become LaCour.
My dad and my older sister Lucinda. They had two girls but we knew he always wanted a son. Which is why he taught us how to check our oil, change tires, and use power tools.
My favorite picture of all time. It resurfaces every year. The best times of my life were fishing with my dad. When I get caught up in things I try to remember that little girl with her dad and a fishing pole.
My mom and dad after the accident. My dad couldn't walk or breathe on his own anymore, but my mom vowed to always care for him. She did till he died.
All of us at the KU basketball game. The only one we went to as a family. He always wanted to do more despite his disabilities. After he died I didn't watch KU games for the first four months of that season because it didn't feel the same without him. I know he sees every game from heaven now.
My dad was inducted into Weatherford High School Athletics Hall of Fame. Although he was too sick to be there they gave him this plaque. He was honored to be the person that lead the team to victory. One of his proudest accomplishments of his life.
When my dad passed away we had a long time to prepare for it. It didn't make it any easier. I left that room feeling like nothing would ever be the same. I am very proud of my sister and my mom. But there are days I feel like I let them down because I can't be normal. I often get reclusive and sad. Three years is a long time, but I still have years of life and years of regret.
Dad, You will never know how much you were loved. You inspired so many people. I know I gave you a run for your money, I fought, argued, and couldn't accept the fact that you were leaving. I wanted to tell you I was sorry and that I loved you but I couldn't. Saying goodbye was a lot harder for me at just 21 years of age.
But I am okay now. You would be so proud of mom and Cinda. They have both come along way. I may still be working through everything, but I do it all in your honor.
Love you, Dad.