Richard Tunks: My Hero

Craig TunksMom, Dad and Me 

When I think about heroes, I don’t picture someone in a cape. My hero, my dad, Richard Tunks, showed me what love, sacrifice, and integrity look like every day.

Growing up, I watched my dad work harder than anyone I knew. During the school year, he worked full-time as a teacher, shaping young minds and giving his best to his students. When summer came, he worked at a state park, ensuring we had everything we needed. On top of that, he never hesitated to take on extra duties and responsibilities—union leadership, tutoring, or other work. Yet, he managed to do all this without sacrificing time with us. Whether it was an impromptu family outing, Saturday morning cartoons, or a shared laugh at the dinner table, he always ensured we knew we were his priority.

Every year, no matter how exhausted he was, he made sure we went on a skiing trip and a beach vacation. These trips weren’t just about getting away; they were about creating memories. I still remember the sharp, clean smell of the cold mountain air as we played Follow the Leader down the snowy slopes together. The world blurred around us in a rush of adrenaline, and his smiles always followed close behind me. Then there were the beach vacations, where the sun warmed our faces, the salty breeze tangled our hair, and the waves seemed endless. Those trips were his way of giving us moments we’d treasure forever—a reminder that life should be savored.

On weekend mornings, when he could have easily slept in, my dad chose to get up early instead. He brewed his coffee and sat beside me on the couch to watch cartoons. Even though he was likely tired from the long week, he never let it show. We’d sit there, laughing at the antics of our favorite characters, while the soft morning light streamed through the windows. Those mornings were simple, but they held a kind of magic. They taught me that showing up can make all the difference, even in the smallest ways.

Bedtime was another ritual that made my childhood special. We’d sit together and watch Star Trek, embarking on journeys to the farthest corners of the galaxy. As Captain Kirk and his crew navigated the unknown, I asked my dad about space, the stars, and the future. He always took the time to answer, no matter how big or small the question. He encouraged my curiosity, making me feel like my thoughts and ideas mattered. Those bedtime conversations weren’t just a way to end the day; they were a foundation for how I see the world—with a sense of wonder and an appreciation for history, science, and the possibilities beyond what we can see.

Craig TunksNiagara Falls TripSome of my fondest memories are from our family trips. My dad loved taking us to new places, creating moments we’d treasure forever. We went to the beach often, where he passed on his love for the ocean. I remember how he taught me to body surf, standing beside me in the waves, showing me how to read the ocean and time each wave perfectly. I’d feel the rush of water carrying me forward, my dad cheering me on. My mom would be waiting on the shore, worrying and ready to grab me as we tumbled out of the water. But it wasn’t just the beach—there were so many other adventures. We went skiing, racing down snowy mountains, and visited Disney World, where my dad’s joy in seeing us excited matched our own. We explored Virginia Beach, Kentucky, and even the North Pole. Each trip brought its own magic; through them, my dad taught me to embrace life, leap into new experiences, and trust that no matter where we were, he’d be right there, sharing in the joy. Through these family trips and more, he always assured that I experienced life to the fullest, including different foods, cultures, sports, and all the experiences he could offer me.

My dad’s role in my life didn’t diminish as I grew older—it evolved. He was always there for me, supporting me in big and small ways. When I decided to try my hand at starting a business, and it didn’t work out, he didn’t let me dwell on the failure. Instead, he offered guidance, a compassionate ear, and his unwavering belief in me. Even when my business took me to Atlanta, GA, he was there to help me get settled and support me in every way he could. And when it became clear that the move to Georgia wouldn’t work out, he welcomed me back home without hesitation. He helped me get back on my feet again, reminding me that setbacks are just a part of the journey. When we tried to be landlords together, we quickly realized it wasn’t for us. He didn’t let that stop him from being my partner in the venture, helping me navigate the challenges and laughing about the lessons learned. No matter what I tried—or where I went—he was always there, a steady source of love and encouragement.

As I’ve embarked on new chapters in my life, my dad is still right there by my side. I recently purchased a new home that requires a lot of renovation, and I’m opening a wellness studio within it. Once again, my dad has stepped up in ways that leave me in awe of his generosity and love. He’s been here for the long hours, fixing doors and sinks, lending his expertise to countless projects, and helping me turn this house into a home. And it doesn’t stop there—he’s been an integral part of my business. He’s helped organize the store, stuff promotional bags, and even man booths at events. Whatever I need, he’s there. I’ve never once doubted that he is 100 percent behind me, cheering me on with the same quiet strength he’s shown my entire life.

Now, as an adult, I deeply cherish our relationship. We’ve grown from father and son to great friends. We talk about life, share laughs, and continue to make new memories. There’s a comfort in knowing that no matter how much time passes, he’s still there, just as he always has been. He’s the person I turn to for advice and the one I trust to listen, no matter what. Those moments with him mean everything to me, whether a silly joke or a meaningful conversation.

But my dad didn’t just show up for the big moments—he was there for the everyday ones, too. He coached my baseball team, standing on the field in the summer heat, encouraging me and my teammates to push harder and improve. He got up early for my swim meets, driving me to the pool before most people were awake. I’d look up from the water and see him in the stands, cheering me on, his face full of pride. Knowing he was there motivated me to try my hardest, swim faster, and strive for my best.

Then there were the camping trips with the scouts. My dad never missed a chance to be part of those adventures. He’d help us pitch tents, build fires, and share stories under the stars. I remember one night when I got scared. The darkness felt overwhelming, and every noise outside the tent seemed bigger and closer than it was. My dad let me crawl into his tent without hesitation, wrapping me in the warmth and security he could provide. He stayed up with me until my fears faded. Those moments taught me that no matter what I faced, he’d always help me.

Craig TunksB&B EventMy dad taught me true strength isn’t about being the loudest or the toughest. It’s about being there—day in and day out—for the people you love. It’s about showing up in the big and small moments, consistency, love, and quiet determination. He’s shaped who I am in ways I can’t fully put into words. I’m the man I am today because of him. And for that, I will always be grateful. Even now, as I face the challenges and joys of adulthood, I carry the lessons he taught me—lessons of integrity, kindness, and unwavering support. Whatever life brings, I know I’ll always have the foundation he built for me to stand on.