Dad loved Monty Python. I can remember him telling me about skits from that show that I still have yet to see. He was also the one that introduced my family to the Marx Brothers. My brother and I talked about Marx Brothers skits all the way up to his passing. I have no doubt that was the sort of legacy dad is pleased he left with us. I recall him always having good humor and laughing about things.
I would be remiss if I didn't mention my musical memories about him, as well. I do remember him being the same as my mom and always having music on in the car and telling me about it. I will never listen to Paradise By Dashboad Light by Meatloaf or Werewolves of London by Warren Zevon and not think of my father. Certainly Rust Never Sleeps by Neil Young. Or, any Neil Young, really. 
There are so many things your parents teach you that you just forget about, as the memories are just woven into the fabric of your own story, but my father taught me how to play chess, how to drive, how to love football, how to play tennis and more things than I could ever put in writing. One more specific thing he taught me that was more important than the above, but much more subtle was how to think critically. I recall going to lunch with dad countless times and talking. Just talking. About politics, music, football, history...if you can think of it we probably talked about it. I was very lucky to have his intellect to sharpen mine as I was maturing. I am pleased with who I became as an adult and dad was one of the largest pieces of that develpment. I hope, right now, he is talking with my brother, again. Thank you for countless things, Dad.

Most people know my dad as an artist, a serious fan of the Blackhawks and the Raiders, and a lover of music. Well, he passed his love for music onto his 3 children. My first concert was Fleetwood Mac when I was 10 years old. Within a couple of years he also took me to see Steppenwolf. But the concert that sticks out the most was Garage Days by Neil Young; an all acoustic set. My love for music/concerts was born then. Since then I've seen many musicians in concert. I know I speak for my brothers when I say music is a must have in life. There is no therapy better than music and I thank my dad for passing that passion down to me. One song my dad particularly liked was Hurt, a Nine Inch Nails song covered by Johnny Cash. I know I'll never listen to it, Nirvana or Neil Young the same again. Yes, I know he liked many other artists, but these are the ones that remind me the most of my dad.

My dad was an amazing soul. I took so much pride in being his daughter. One of the things that hurts the most, is how excited he was to retire, so he could spend more time with his family. He was loved and adored by his grandchildren and great-grandchildren. It's hard to imagine, that the only time I'll ever hear his voice again, is when I listen to the voicemail I have saved on my phone. I miss you more than words can say...