When I think of my dad, I go back to my earliest memories.  A child who loved to sit on his lap while he smoked his pipe just to be close to the sweet smelling tobacco.  Or running outside when he got home from work to help him carry in his heavy file box.  If it was summer, and I went to give him a kiss, he'd warn me, "I'm all sweaty", but I didn't care.  He was my dad, and I am the biggest daddy's girl ever...even today, five years after his passing, I'm still daddy's little girl.  He was tough on all his children, but he was also fair.  And he ALWAYS had time to talk to us when we needed to talk. 

I chose Sinatra's song, "My Way", for this memorial for two reasons.  First, he (and mom) were big Sinatra fans.  And two, the song fits the way my dad lived his life to a tee!  He lived life to the fullest, and fought right to the very end.  But in the end, he became tired with no fight left.  Soon he was gone.  My mom followed 27 months later on July 17, 2010.

He told me when I was about 14 that it was him who chose my name because he had heard Sharon meant princess in Hebrew, and right from my birth, I was his princess.  But he was more than my dad.  He was my best friend...someone I could laugh with, and make funny faces with.  Someone who had shown me unconditional love throughout my entire life.  I miss him so much!!  Hey pop, if you can hear me, I'm knocking three times!  Love and hugs and kisses to you!