I write this post with tears in my eyes. There is a hole in my heart that can never be filled except with memories of the most wonderful man I have ever known. My father passed away last month. I could say a thousand wonderful things about him, but the one that means the most is that he loved his family more than anything. There was not a mean bone in his body. He was kind and thoughtful and most of all, accepting. He did not brag, or boast, or push his views on others. He was the rock of my life. He was the most incredible father and I can not think of a single thing I would have changed about him, except that I would have given anything to be able to help take away some of the pain he lived with these last five years as he courageously battled cancer. I love you Daddy and I see you in every beautiful thing that is still here with us.