He was my father. And today he would have been 72 years young.
He was an early riser – and he rarely stayed up late.
He was the best barber in town for more than 40 years. And he could spot a bad haircut a mile away.
He loved homemade pecan pie, but didn't enjoy fancy restaurants.
He liked doberman pinschers, but he was terrified of snakes.
He liked his steak medium rare, his music country, and his coffee strong.
He was a hard worker.
He had a smile that lit up an entire room, and his laughter was contagious.
He will be remembered not only as my father with big blue eyes and Santa Claus cheeks, but also as a friend. And friends never die, they will never leave, and they will never be forgotten.
I miss you, Daddy.