My dear daddy – and your wonderful, kind, wise papa – passed away a few short weeks after you were born. I take some solace in the fact that he was able to see you over Skype before he passed away.
I can’t tell you about a more wonderful or amazing man (other than your dad) that I have ever known. I was so proud of him and always so proud to tell people about him, his wonderful and wise ways and the wonderful and wise advice he always gave my sisters and I.
One of my fondest memories was of sitting on the kitchen floor having these long conversations with him late into the night and into the early morning hours.
Dad was a gents suiting tailor and he was great at what he did. He always looked for a finesse in his work. He taught me too to look at a suit critically and I found myself doing that on occasion when watching television. Your poor dad’s suits had a lot to live up to with my critical eye. But I digress… Dad was also very well read. He was a voracious reader and he had many many books. He was interested in ‘everything’ or so it seemed. He did however have specific interests that he indulged in more than others, such as vitamins, alternative cures, tailoring and maths and physics. He loved paper crafting (he made the most elaborate cribs for Christmas) and also loved riddles. He did the crossword that came in the daily paper religiously! In fact he even did it a day or two before he passed away. His mind was very sharp… right to the end, even though his memory did seem to be failing somewhat…
Ave, how MUCH I loved and admired him and I wonder if he ever knew. I was SO proud of him and it broke my heart that you and he could not have gotten to experience each other more than you did.