I feel orphaned.
I'm so grateful for the gifts he gave me: my sense of compassion, the ability to call a spade a spade, my complete confidence in belting out a song (even if I tend to be a little off key), my love of math and science, my sense of fair play, my generosity, my long pretty fingers.
He was the parent that never judged me, or at least not out loud. He was the one I could talk to about books, or politics, or traveling or just about anything. He was kind and generous. He was gentle. He was smart. I never doubted his love for me. I always knew he was proud if me. He ended every conversation with I love you very much (in his sweet soft accent) and kisses. Smiling came easy to him. Everyone liked him. I loved him so much and my world is a little smaller without him.
