His voice..my dad had this beautiful heavily accented deep voice. I hear it right now. Oh god I pray I'll never forget it. He loved to whistle and sing. I would call him and sing a few versus of a sing and he would finish it. Though later it was just me singing while he chuckled. I'll miss arguing over who was the better cook in the family. He could make anything taste heavenly. The night before he passed he was lively. We were able to understand him for the first time in days. And when my mom walked in the room he smiled and lit up like the sunrise.
My dad went on to a better place and I'm aching and praying my mom finds strength. They were married 45yrs and I'm seeing her heart break over and over. We'll get thru this somehow. RIP Daddy. We love you. You'll always be the world to us.