My dad, Don Kunz, was one of a kind. He was a great husband, father, gandfather and friend. He loved Jesus. He was always willing to help when asked. I never thought at the end of 2020 I would be mourning the loss of my father due to COVID-19 induced pneumonia. He was fairly healthy man and while our tomorrows are never promised, it is hard to believe my father is no longer walking the Earth.
He is now with his creator and there is an overwhelming peace with that. I have been involved with the Fight for Air Climb for a few years along side my husband who is a captain with the Louisville Fire Department. This year has an entirely different and more personal meaning.