Big Wave Dave

Happy Fathers Day HeavyD Thanks for having a hand in making me a (self proclaimed) bad ass. For teaching me to ride a dirt bike - even though I wasn't allowed to shift out of first for an entire summer. How to change my brakes and check my oil. Teaching me how to hang or build anything I set my mind to - even thooooough you were far less than pleased when I called you down to my first apartment at Western with a list of 15 projects. You drew a hard line at mounting my snowboard to the wall.... (the snowboard hung proudly for 2 years) How to fully deconstruct, clean and shoot my gun. The importance of family. Comedic timing. Thank you for bragging on my accomplishments. For never batting an eyelash at my next great adventure. Thanks for being just as psychotic and obsessed with whatever I decided was the next "cool thing." I'll smoke a lil somethin' for ya today. Definitely not anything as "full body and robust" (cue my eye roll) as you

Been awhile - hope everyone is well!  Wanted to pop in and give a brief  rundown on the upcoming weekend.  We will be celebrating Dad this Saturday, May 11th. The celebration of life will begin at 11am at St Peters Landmark, 405 Lincoln St , The Dalles OR. With a reception to follow at Sunshine Mill Winery, 901 E 2nd St, The Dalles OR.  Come laugh, cry and remember one of the best with us.  We look forward to seeing you, xo the Clarks

With Jimmy Buffett serenading me in the background for moral support and a mimosa for creative juices - I've taken to the internet for the best way to put this. I tried Google. 'Light hearted ways to announce a fathers passing' and 'Top 10 funny obituary's.'  None of which I would recommend.  So I'll start with what I know - Dad was b orn and raised in Lyle, Washington in May of 1966 to Dennis & Sondra Clark. Much like Spencer and I, Dad spent endless days on Sondino Ranch with his little sister Gina and loads of good friends. He found love and married Mom in 1987, which took him away from Washington to Gresham, Oregon. Spencer was born in 1989 and I blessed the family with my presence in 1992. (thank god). ___________________________________________ On our recent road trip to Austin, TX Dad said to me unproptemed, " you know Mad, I would like to think" *dramatic pause* "that even if people don’t come out right and say it

I won’t lie to you all - I semi equated a doctors prognosis with that of a w eather mans forcast. A true  guess-timation at best. With the underlying knowledge that 9 times outta 10, the f**ers always get it wrong. But. Here  we are. A year to a T from prognosis -  and there’s a shit ton of snow on the ground. Ten days pre snowpocalypse were spent at Le Spa de KP. Known to commoners as, Kaiser Sunnyside Hospital. We rolled in Vegas Dave style and snagged the corner suite. A city view. Personal living area (or so we claimed it). And what seemed to Mom and I, as endless amounts of shitty hospital coffee made specifically for us.  But as all Vegas goers know, at some point you’ve had a little bit too much fun. So the crew decided to checkout of our extended stay and head on home to Lyle. Or, “ God’s Country.” As Dad likes to say.  Not only is this Dad’s childhood home, but Nonna and Grump have plenty of room for all to come and go. We encourage anyone to drop in and say he

  The Cancer Tour began for Dad in San Fran.  While Mom worked away at her work conference, Dad spent his days gettin' pedi's and drinking champagne. I traveled south with a packed full Jeep and Sir Harrison Dog. In pursuit to pick up Dad from our cousins in Burlingame, CA. I reached Geri Anne and Jim Martin's on Saturday around 3p. 670 miles down.  We commenced to drinking wine, eating what was arguably the best lasagna I've ever tasted, and chatting in our own private backyard bar into the wee hours of the evening.  Dad and I loaded up and were south bound by noon on Sunday. And officially had began our 1,755 mile adventure. Our first stop, Gilbert, Arizona.  We trucked it on Sunday. Clocking 14 hours, consuming a shit ton of beef jerky, some side-of-the-road grapes, and a loooooott of Joe Rogan's podcast. By 4am we were checking into our first hotel in Arizona. And even Harrison was dog tired. (ha, get it.) Monday was spent with my friend of 14 y

Happy Friday Party People, The gang went in to v isit  Dr. Shohara yesterday post PET scan on Tuesday. Monday? ... Whenever.  Status is good. Overall cancer lesions, tumors, and what not are maintaining from our prior scan. There is one little shit lymph node in the upper part of the stomach that is slightly larger. Keeping an eye on it but Dr. S doesn't seem to be too panicked over it.  Because the cancer is only maintaining and not shrinking since the prior scan, we will not be getting the chemo break that we had planned. However our chemo cycle's will go from every 2 weeks, to 3. Allowing for more inter-chemo partying. We will reevaluate in January.  So far Dad is experiencing a few side effects from the chemo, but nothing out of the norm. There was a morning a few weeks back that he was experiencing some stomach pain after an early breakfast. Dr. S was slightly concerned and asked Dad to elaborate a bit. We then came to the conclusion that we will be removing 2 pack