Ross Fairchild

Ross, Papa, Tough Guy, Dad, Honey, Pop (whatever you called him didn’t really matter because unless you used your “man voice” he couldn’t hear you anyways) was a stubborn old man who didn’t let Cancer take him down without a fight. Ross was world-renowned for not holding back his opinion and a knack for telling it like it is. His extensive vocabulary was more than highly proficient at knowing more curse words than most people learned in a lifetime. He liked four letter words as much as he loved his yorkies, Little Guy and Missie. He often would spend his free time up at his property camping with his Wife Kim. He enjoyed hunting up there. He would often tell you he was going to shoot the bear that came through (while flashing the gun on his hip, no one believed that when faced with a 400 pound bear that he would actually kill it), but the bear didn’t take any chances and only came through on Sundays as that is when Ross would be at the VFW playing shuffle board and drinking a cold Bud Light. He was an avid collector of stuff (all stuff, just everything, a true hoarder at heart) but always had what you needed (and if he didn’t, do not fret as he would go buy it so he had it next time).