My dad practically taught me how to ski, so when I ski by him backwards and just carve circles around him, it's a form of gratitude I feel. It's crazy how much skiing can be a bond between father and son, even if it doesn't happen all the time.
The last time my pops and I skied at Mt Snow last winter, he actually suffered a small stroke while on the lift and skiing..the dude skied all the way down the mountain, and we refunded his lift ticket, I drove him back to his car an hour away, and he drove two hours to CT! It sucks we didn't catch it earlier, but it's amazing that he only suffered a small one and lived to talk about it. I hope I get to ski with him again this winter, because he has dropped weight and became much healthier.
Cherish skiing with your folks people!!