Monday, November 12, 2012
Dad, you taught me so much in life, in my childhood, and as an adult. I cherished our trip together to England in 1990, we helped one another in rough times, you were so proud on my wedding day when you “gave me away”, and I was so proud that you were my Dad; all those times in Burnaby when you used to take me to Central Park, so I could dance around in the big piles of maple leaves while you took my picture. For all those times when you asked me: “How’re you doing, all right?” I’m fine, Dad, I’m doing just fine:) Though I miss you so much– you were my best friend… my loving father; my hero.
