My father was the greatest man I have ever known. Patient (mostly), kind (always), and funny (entirely). He was the best dad a weirdo little kid like me could have had.
Seven years ago he lost his battle with cancer. Fortunately it was a very brief battle. He didn’t suffer long and we didn’t have to watch him suffer. At the very end he was with my Mom, as it should have been.
I still miss him, though it’s a little easier each year. I keep him safe in my heart and in my memories, and that’s also as it should be.