Standing on the beach watching a ship disappear into the horizon doesn't mean it's gone. We just can't see it. On Christmas Eve, my Dad's ship sailed off into the distance and although I can't see him, I know he will always be with me.
My beloved father fought a long fight and beat so many odds. He never once complained or ever asked why me. I find comfort in knowing that he is now pain free, can hear again, is dancing to Joe Cocker, drinking martinis, eating whatever he wants and telling all his silly jokes.
My Dad loved motorcycles, photography (potos as he called it), cars and sailing, just to name a few. If it was bad for him, he liked it. If it was expensive, he liked it. If Mom didn't like it, he liked it.
But the thing that he treasured most was his family. The love he had for my Mother was the kind of love that some people only dream about. The love for me always made me feel like I was the most special girl in the world. We had a bond that at times, only we understood. Our inside jokes (usually at Mom's expense), our pose we called the “face”, and the way we would say goodbye were just some of the little things that we shared that meant so much. The love, patience and guidance for John has helped him become the man that he his today. The love for his grandchildren was that of complete pride and joy that even a blind man could see and I know my children will carry in their hearts forever.
Although I am heartbroken he is gone from us here on earth, I know it's time for him to be with his mother, his dad that raised him, his brother Brian and that he'll finally get to know the father he never knew. He was the best husband, Dad and Pop-Pop and I am lucky to have had 46 years of wonderful memories that I will cherish forever.
We will miss you terribly but I believe you are in a much better place. Rip Daddy, the first man I ever loved, the strongest man I ever knew.
Your adoring daughter, Eve