I just wanted to take some time today to remember my dad. It will be two years this coming February since he passed away, and not a day goes by that I don't have some thought of him. Going through the year of "firsts" was terrible, but today being his second birthday in heaven, it feels good to be able to remember him and laugh over stories of him (which there are many, trust me!).
For me, my dad was my strength, my motivator, my provider... my hero. He was a firm believer in the motto..."spare the rod, spoil the child", but through it all, I always felt his love. I'm very proud of the person I am today and I owe it all to him and my mom. He was a man who lived as though family was the most important thing in his life. It's amazing what that feels like.
And my most favorite picture of all, (probably because it's the last picture I have of me and him together) New Year's Eve 2009.
RIP Papa J - November 3, 1938 - February 20, 2010.
Thank you dad... for all you've done for me. Happy Birthday!