Greatest Daddy In The World

My father was a good man. Not a perfect man, but a good man. Whatever flaws he may have had, were completely overshadowed by his good nature and character. He was kind. He was loving. He was giving. I watched he and my mother help any and everyone, and never for ask for anything in return. He was responsible. He was a provider. As a child, I never missed a meal or worried if I would have a roof over my head. He paid the bills and spoiled us, not just on Christmas and birthdays but year-round. He was upbeat and jovial. He laughed and joked and gave everyone a funny nickname on the spot. He was not one to gossip and tended to mind his business. I could tell him anything because he never judged me. He was a nurturer a protector. I still remember him standing at the end of the street as he proudly watched me ride my bike without training wheels and picking up from the middle of that same street when I fell learning how to skate. He was proactive. If I drove up and he saw that my tire looked low, without asking, he would drive off, fix the tire, fill up the gas, and check to make sure everything else was ok. He was everyone’s favorite uncle and was loved and respected by all who knew him. I know how fortunate I am to have had him as a father. He was the best of the best