My dad was a very gentle man.
A man full of quiet wisdom.
Sometimes I was frustrated by his few words.
But the truth is that he taught us not with words, but by example.
He was steady as a rock.
He loved fiercely and consistently.
He was always there for us. Always. No matter what.
Out of all his roles, I do believe he enjoyed being a father the most.
We were very lucky to have a father like that.
We could always count on him.
My mom and dad were together until the end. Together they’ve taught us how to love.
Life isn’t perfect, and neither was my dad.
But we loved him that way.
And we will miss him. I miss my dad.