While I am deeply saddened to announce the passing of such an extraordinary man and my business partner at Business Breakthroughs International (BBI), Chet Holmes, I also want to honor him as I will forever be touched by his brilliance and insatiable hunger for being a force for growth and good.

Chet’s family and I as partners are going to continue to touch lives, transform, and turnaround businesses taking them to a whole new level.  We will also continue to touch the lives of people with the BBI organization.

I would like to share with you a letter that Chet shared with me on Father’s Day this year written by his own son. This letter says it all on what his father was like, and what a great man he was. It touched me so deeply I shared it with my friends at Business Mastery and I want to share it with you now, as it’s the best tribute to him as it’s coming from his own son.

Rest in peace, my eternal friend.

One of the Strongest Men in the World

When I was younger my father had a Batman costume and he wore it for Halloween. Once he told me he was actually Batman and I believed him—after all he’s a fifth-degree black belt and he taught me martial arts. He taught me how to kick from the hip, he taught me how to punch because speed is power, he taught me how to break boards with my bare hands because it’s all in your mind. And sometimes during the middle of the night he would borrow my B.B. gun and go to battle with the raccoons that were constantly trying to get into the house. I used to think my dad was one of the strongest men in the world.

When I was younger we lived in a house with a pool. My father used to throw all the neighborhood kids from the shallow end all the way to the deep end. Kids would line up to be thrown—it was like being launched from a cannon. Sometimes my sister and I would grab onto his shoulders when he swam and he would just drag us all across the water in the pool. We have an old photo of him in the pool with six kids climbing up on him—three on each arm. I used to think my dad was the strongest man in the world.

Then when I went to college my dad got sick. I’m pretty sure we visited every wing on the hospital since that time. Today he was too weak to even stand up without help. I had to put his arm over my shoulder so I could pull him up to his feet. Later I sat by his hospital bed and thought back over his massive battle of the last ten months and I thought of something—my dad has to be one of the strongest men in the world.