Fathers day....

my dad as an infant

it's my second fathers day without my dad.

it doesn't seem any easier as each year goes by.

i just seem to find ways to put the pain aside on 

all the other days of the year that aren't

his birthday, fathers day, day he died, or 

any of those holidays like christmas.

the memories are mostly all positive

except for the ones from the end

but all filled with love and family.

my dad was a rock star and 

it kills me i can't tell him i love him anymore,

or hear him tell me.

i miss his silly ways and funny way of

speaking english (it was his 5th language).

but all those memories make me tear up 

but with a big smile.

his first communion

he was a stud and what he liked to think

quite the ladies man.

but the best thing about him was 

his ability to be the best daddy ever.

he gave my sister and i the best 

he had and never ever let us believe

we weren't anything but amazing, beautiful,

intelligent and independent women

who could do what ever our hearts wanted.

it was truly unconditional love.

goalie

chef

i wish him the best fathers day where ever he is.

and to all those amazing dad's out there

happy fathers day.

ciao,

f