These men of bigger than life proportions we call different forms of endearment; father, Daddy, Pop, Papa, and lovingly, even “my old man!”
I was blessed with the unconditional love, understanding, and friendship of my Daddy. He was the BEST playmate any child could have dreamed of. He was silly, was there when I came home from school, never ever raised his voice in anger…only praise.
He was my hero as a child. He taught me the values of life, to see the beauty all around us, tendernness, I learned by his example integrity….and the ever importance of timing in delivering a joke!
When he died at the age of 56 – I was not ready to let him go…..but, his untimely death taught me the lesson of living life to its fullest.
On the day of celebrating Father’s…. I offer my most heartfelt thank you to the first man I ever loved. He is still my Hero.
My love forever,