My dad was a very funny man, always had a sense of humor.  At times intimidating which for us kids was scary, but when it came to his daughters dating he enjoyed being intimidating.  It was funny for us too actually.  My brother definetly got his sense of humor.  He loved hunting and fishing, camping and just enjoying life, more so since his cancer apeared 11 years ago.  We told him to live the rest of his life to the fullest, and he did say before he passed away that he lived a good life. I know it pained him to leave us as much as it was for us to have him go. 
  I love all the time I spent with my father the good and the bad.  He made my life worth living. From going hunting and fishing or boating.  The LCI tournaments, camping in Maine.  The fun he let us have at the house ;)  Hanging out watching and helping him work on my vehicles.  Before the cancer came back I was hoping we could fix up his Iroc Z28 Camaro. We had talked about it the week he started to go downhill.  After he passed I tried to get the ball rolling on the camaro, but Im stuck at a dead end and feel helpless.  I know he would be proud to know that Im trying.  And I will get it done no matter how many parts cars i go through.  It just seems important to have his dreams live on, no matter what shape they are in today, there is always room for improvment. 
  I miss everything about him everyday.  I always compare people in my life to him.  Say someone cant help me with something, I always get sad and think to myself my dad would have helped me with that with no problem.  My dad would help me with ANYTHING i had a problem with.  No Joke.  I never realized how much he did for all of us until we had to find someone else to do those things for us.  I am crying thinking about this subject because it seems like everyday something happens I wish I had my dad for.  Some days i just get mad instead of sad and just wonder why he had to go.  We all need him around here.  He was the rock that held us all in place and kept things running smoothly.