How often can someone say that all their memories of their loved one were always good? Well I cetainly can. My father was the most amazing man I will ever have the pleaure of meeting. He loved his daughters and grand children more then anything else in this entire world. He was always making people laugh and smile. He always had words of encouragement and even though in the end, the last 10 years or so he was in costent pain, he never complained. He always asked how everyone else was and wanted to know. He didnt just ask to ask. He really wanted to make sure everyone was happy. I used to leave for work and without fail he would ask when I would get off and always said he wished I didnt have to work so hard. I would get texts from him about 10min before my shift was to end reading, only 10 more min and my baby can come home, the garage door is open and awaiting your arrival. I miss this about him, I miss his strong soft voice. I miss his advice, his hugs and his unconditional love for me and my sister and our children. My father is no longer in pain, he is with his mother and he is watching over us. I miss him. I love him.