My Father, “Drako”, was more than just a man; he was a legend, a force of nature, Larger than Life and my everything. He lived life with a passion that few could match. His love for animals was as vast as the ocean he adored. At one point, he had up to 13 rescue dogs, each one a testament to his boundless compassion and care. He found his peace lifting weights at Venice Beach, where the sun kissed his skin and the waves carried him as he body surfed, reveling in the joy of the moment.

Born in Hollywood, his life was anything but ordinary. He spent his childhood in Laguna Beach, where he formed an incredible bond with his mother. The sun-soaked shores of Laguna became the backdrop for their deep connection, a place where they lived and created memories that would shape the man he became. His love for the ocean and the beach was born there, nurtured by his mother's presence and the beauty of the coastline.

He later served our country with honor in the Korean War as part of the UDT, the precursor to the Navy SEALs, embodying strength, bravery and dedication. After his service, he returned to Hollywood, where his life continued to be nothing short of extraordinary. Surrounded by actor friends and immersed in the vibrant Hollywood scene, he attended drama school, refining his craft and deepening his connections. He was friends with Steve McQueen, and his mother, my grandmother even gave voice lessons to Neil Diamond, further cementing their ties to the entertainment world.

My father also spent some time in Hawaii, particularly in Honolulu, where the aloha spirit became a part of him. We never say goodbye to each other; instead, we said “Aloha”, a word that captured both our deep connection and the warmth of his spirit.

But his talents didn't stop there. My father “Drako” was the master of his craft, a specialty painting contractor whose work was in a class of it's own. he took on some of the most prestigious projects, including the Western White House and homes of famous Hollywood figures. His eye for detail and commitment to excellence made his work stand out, earning him a reputation that few could rival.

Motorcycles roared beneath him as he embraced the thrill of the ride, always seeking the next adventure. He believed in living life to the fullest, and every day was an opportunity to push himself, whether in the gym, on the beach, or in his work. He cherished every moment, living with a vitality that inspired everyone around him. He was a master storyteller!

But more than anything, we were each other's everything. His love, guidance and the bond we shared are treasures that I will carry with me forever. He was my hero, my confidant, my legend. The world is a little less bright without Drako, but his spirit will always be with me - in the ocean waves, the warmth of the sun and the endless memories of a life lived to its fullest.

Even in his later years, my father was unbelievably good-looking, with the muscles that rippled with strength and a full head of hair that stayed with him right up until the end. His physical presence was as impressive as his spirit was indomitable. I was there, holding his hand right up until his last moment, when he peacefully went to heaven, leaving behind a legacy of love, strength and unforgettable memories…. He always told me he loved me and was proud of me …

I miss you so much, Dad. Aloha.

Remember. Wherever I am you are, Wherever you are, I am - We will always be together.

Until I see you again,

Your Daughter Kimberlee Drake

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Burnham "Drako" Kimball Drake