Sometimes, you don't truly appreciate what you have until it's gone.
My Dad was one of those types of people that was always doing little things that you didn't notice until he wasn't here anymore. He was so thoughtful.
He'd be in the store and see something (usually weird, random things) that he thought we might appreciate, so he'd buy it and bring it over. Whenever I called the house and he'd answer, he'd say, "Whatcha need?" That's just the kind of guy he was.

He gave the best hugs, the most sincere advice, and always had a listening ear (even when I was being irrational). He made all of us feel safe and loved.
I know he suffered every day, but he would often pretend that he wasn't hurting as much as he was and go out and do whatever we asked of him. He came to all of my kids games and dance recitals. He helped chauffeur the kids to practices. He was there when I was a working Mom to pick up sick kids from school.
I know how lucky I am to have had such an awesome Dad. I wish I told him more often how much he meant to me when he was here. I know he knew I loved him, but I should have said it more.
I love and miss you so much, Dad. I know I will see you again!





















