I also remember him pulling me onto his lap and rocking me back and forth while singing along to In the Jungle. I think that's the calmest I've ever felt in my entire life. 

I remember almost next to nothing about my dad, but I always have this little flashback of him making these weird but oddly super good sandwiches. They had like sandwich meat, mayo, crushed chips, and Tabasco sauce. They probably had more but that's all I can remember. But I would remember him putting the top piece of bread on and smushing it down to crush the chips. I still eat my sandwiches with crushed chips to this day and my favorite part is smushing that bread down while the chips crackle.