You gave me so much in my lifetime. I am sure that all my volunteer work, donations, and "How can I help?" attitude came from your altruistic genes. Sometimes I think you went out of your way to find ways to help, and yet nobody ever thought anything of it. You never looked for thanks, even waved away all signs of gratitude with a snort and a "what would you like to drink?"
How lucky am I that I got your sense of humor? It's twisted, it's quick, sometimes it's downright snarky, but I always make people smile and I'm always thinking what a great gift I got from my dad! The folks I work with and my best buds always say they see you in me, and that it's a good thing.
Did I ever tell you just how beautiful Snickerdoodle looks in her pearl earrings that you bought for her? She wears them with her black concert dress and she looks so elegant! You always had a good eye for jewelry. You bought Mom the classiest, loveliest pieces and loved to surprise her with them. Luckily I married a man who believes in that too!
Someone mentioned Captain Kangaroo the other day, and I trotted out my trusty "Hey, my dad went to high school with Captain Kangaroo!" These days, I'm just grateful when I find someone who knows who the Captain is.
There's a hundred more "Dear Dad" thoughts I have bottled up inside. I can't quite believe it's exactly one year ago today that I lost you. You were the person on earth that understood me the most, and our connection was so close. I feel such a sense of loss that I can't share those moments with you any longer, and that your love of learning has come to an end.
To quote from my favorite show, "Wicked,"
"So much of me
Is made of what I've learned from you.
You'll be with me,
Like a hand-print on my heart."
I miss you.