My father passed away 8 years ago, but he is still alive in my memory and he will always be. I am the daughter of my father and proud to be so.
I remember his big, gentle hands caressing my face as a child and I remember looking into his beautiful eyes blue as the blue sky. And I can still remember the smell of his aftershave when he hugged me close every morning.
There are many days when I miss his presence but he lives in my memories and traits of him live in me and are exhibited every day.
I want to send a blessing to all the fathers in the world for bringing souls to life and for teaching them what life is all about.