I remember your phone calls to me. Just to ask how I am doing and wouldn't take the casual, "I'm ok, Dad." You grilled me until I told you how I was really doing. Yet, when I asked the same question, you always said "don't worry about me, I am doing great!". I already miss our conversations. The genuine advise you give that is always guarranteed to work. The hope, strenght and encouragement you showered on me. I remember how you took care of me whenever I fell sick. You never left my side. I had free reign on your wallet to ask for anything and you gave it to me. I could never ask for a better father. Forever in my thoughts.