My dad was many things. He was smart, loving, quiet at times, loud at others, and even stubborn (a trait I admit that I inherited). Many people talk about how he was always helpful and I agree. I would also describe him as very supportive. My dad was there for me in so many ways. He coached me through the spelling bee, drove me to lots of activities, and rarely missed a game I cheered for or a dance recital. He valued our father-daughter time and would take me shopping, bowling, and I recall him even leaving work and taking me to the doctor once when I didn't feel well when I was in college and could have taken myself! My dad was a wonderful example of a truly great parent. I know he would have been an amazing grandfather and I wish so much that he could have met his four grandchildren. He would have loved playing with them and I know he would have made them feel as special as he made me feel.

    One of my favorite memories was of a time that he and I were driving somewhere and ended up talking about boys somehow. I think I liked to make him talk about boys with me because it was funny to see his reactions.  I was complaining about how I was having bad luck with not so good guys (I was probably in my late teens). He looked at me and said something like "Doll, they don't deserve you." Something about how he said it stuck with me and I knew that my daddy would always have my back and be there for me. I know that in a way he still does and that he is there for me in memory and through the values he taught me. I pray every day that I make him proud and I will always strive to be as supportive of a parent as he was for me.