I take so much after my father. For a twelve year old I may have not had the opportunity to fully grasp who you were, but what I did have the opportunity to discover, I know that you make up so much of me. Your compassion, kindness, the way you had this undying love for things, your stubborness, the way you hated crying in front of anyone, and hated having to be hateful towards anyone. I miss you so much, and wish you were here to give me the encouragement I am desperately seeking and cannot find. I wish you were here to give me those amazing bear hugs you always used to give. I love you Dad. I hate that I sit here today and have to write these posts, and hope that maybe, maybe, someday after writing one of these I will feel better.