My father was warm, gentle and kind, yet the strongest person I know. We had engraved on the back of his headstone "There is nothing so strong and gentleness and nothing so gentle as real strength". He had the most beautiful voice, he was soft-spoken, easy-going, laid back, well-mannered and everyone that met him, loved him. He was a hard worker. Never missed a day of work in his life. He was tall, dark and handsome and had beautiful brown eyes. I look just like him, and love when people that knew him his whole life tell me so. He was a proud U.S. Marine. He loved animals. I remember when our first family pet, Wags, had to be put to sleep, I would hear him crying in the bathroom for weeks. He would try to say no to us, and then give in, just like he did when we asked for that dog, who he obviously ended up falling in love with. I was Daddy's Little Girl and the apple of his eye. When his only grandchild came along, she became the apple of his other eye. One of the last things he said to me was, "you will always be my baby girl". He could sing and dance wonderfully. He always put his family first. He was the only man that ever really loved me. Everything I have and everything I am is because of him. He was the best Dad and Grandpa in the world. He will be missed for all eternity and loved forever.