I lost my dad almost six years ago. I was fifteen. He was absolutely my best friend. It was terrible. But... it was a long time ago. There are still those days basically everyday when I really miss him. There is something I want to tell him, something I wish he was apart of. There are birthdays he's missed, dance competitions, graduations, weddings, and so many conversations. Today was an insignificant day but I wanted him to be here so bad. I wanted him to meet the husband and tell him he better not kill his daughter on the motorcycle. Wherever he is right now, I really do hope they know how lucky they are to have him around. I hope they take advantage of his humor and listen to his laugh. He had the best laugh; a contagious laugh. Let him tell all of his stories and accept his hugs. He gave the best hugs. He always wished for sons but he got a daughter and he was the best father a daughter could ask for. He learned to braid AND curl hair, never missed a dance concert and taught his daughter how to golf. I hope those around him now appreciate his generosity and let him curl their hair.