This is my dad. If he were still alive he be 82 in August.

We had such a complicated relationship he and I. It was almost a love/hate/love relationship. As much as I denied it I was a daddy’s girl. However, I always ran into arms of my mother because my dad was such a tough nut to crack. There were times in our life that my dad and I just despised to one another. But at the end of the day we love each other fiercely.

I just missed him today – actually, I miss him every day.