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My dad was my best friend. We did everything together. It didn't matter if we were going to the store, or for a walk, or going to work; everything was an adventure. We never knew what we were going to get into next. Whatever we did, he made it fun, because that's the kind of person he was. He was quick witted and goofy and always knew how to make anyone smile. He filled any room with joy and happiness.
My dad was the hardest worker I knew. He taught me that anything I do, I should do as if I am doing it for the Lord. He may have complained from time to time , but never worried about how much money he was making.
He taught me to always treat people with respect and kindness. He was the type of person who would give anyone the shirt off his back. Sometimes, though, my dad was a grumpy old fart. He would rant about things and one of things he would say a lot was "that's stupid." He wasn't perfect, and he knew it. But he knew Jesus.
I remember we would have long talks about Jesus and the bible anywhere we went. My dad was the one who prayed the sinner's prayer with me and led me to Jesus when I was little. He was constantly witnessing to anyone who would listen, even to a Jehovah's Witness at the grocery store just a few days before God took him home.
My dad wasn't just my best friend, he was my protector. He stood up for me, and told me that I was perfect just the way God made me. If somebody didn't like me, that was their problem. Even through all all the surgeries I had to have when I was little, he never let anyone touch me without knowing exactly what they were going to do first.
I know that if my dad was here, he would tell everyone to stop crying, and not to be sad. If we didn't, he would give us something to cry for. He would want everyone to be happy for him, because he is finally home where he belongs, and we will see him again.
I miss you dad. I love you, see you soon.