Hope I can find the time tonight and tomorrow to finish -- I waited until the last minute to start working on it (bad daughter).
For now, here are just a few words about how much my dad means to me:
He was my first word.
my first coach.
my first duet.
...my first love.
He is my number one fan.
my source for good advice.
my favorite home cooked meal.
my favorite duet.
I have his eyes and his heart.
His humility and his stubbornness.
His creativity and his wit.
I admire his strength and loyalty.
His patience and spirituality.
His ability to truly forgive and forget so effortlessly.
I miss laying on his lap watching late night shows.
Ballroom dancing in our living room.
Hearing him recount stories of the good ol' days before bed.
And kissing him goodnight.
I love how he always looks at me with proud eyes.
Never judging, always kind.
He'll be "daddy' forever and I will love him until the end of time.
at a gig with my dad sometime in 2005 (please don't judge my "stage" make-up)