Today marks one year. One year since the finest man I have ever known passed. Not without his warts and shortcomings... just like all of us. But good and fair and smart as hell.
And this is me. About 2 years old offering him my ball... "Ball Daddy? Ball!"
I took for granted all the times he said "You know how much your father loves you right?" And I did. I did know.
But oh would I love to hear him say anything... anything... ANYTHING right now. Even his quirky observations.
"Kelly I need your help with something. Why is it, why is that men wear appropriately fitting pants but you women wear them nearly painted on to your behind."
"well Dad? I think that is to get your attention and it would appear that it worked."
My brother-in-law wrote this beautiful tribute. I would like to share it here.
It is long, as is his legacy. Don't feel the need to read it all -- but I do. Dad is captured just so perfectly in this.
And I cry, often, when I read it. But they are tears of love and memories and a bit of sadness.