This is one of my favorite pictures of my dad. Next to him, is my sister. I think why I love this picture so much is it really shows in his face what a kind man my father was. He loved children, he loved to joke and tell stories, he truly loved to be with people...especially his family. This photo was taken near the lake at the cabin. It was my dad's favorite place in the world. He felt at peace there. The cabin was the house that he and my brother were building. He was going to live there once it was finished. Sadly, he never got to. It was a brain tumor took his life eighteen years ago...yesterday. I miss him every single day. It is a strange thing, but he still feels so present to me, that I forget that he did not get to meet my boys...yet I feel like somehow they know eachother.